Love Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The humanoid demon screamed in agony as multiple sloth arms pulled her back and sank her to earth, straight to where she came from. Panting, Alice turned back to LJ, "Oppa, hey, stay with me." "V, " LJ whispered before he completely lost consciousness. Alice gripped his body tighter to him and traveled him out of range from the battle. Quickly, she ran her hands on her twin flame's head and coated her hands with healing magic. His breaths were getting shallower, and already, she could feel him snapping out of his physical vessel.

He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!" Suddenly, the thief came straight towards Cheng Mo without hesitation. Chloe's mind went blank, "Although I am a good athlete, the physical education teacher hasn't taught me how to fight!" She instinctively avoided the first knife that the thief rushed up, but after a grin fell, the thief did not give her. Opportunity, stab her directly, seeing the knife getting closer and closer to her, she was trembling all over her body when she wanted to move and closed her eyes reflexively.

Or her mother. Her vision totally blurred out as her lungs went numb because of lack of air. The threatening roars of the beast faded as her consciousness dwindled out and her heartbeat slowed down. She was dying. Suddenly something heavy slammed into Ren, knocking her away. Layla's body dropped to the ground and she drew in air greedily, filling her lungs that had gone numb with lack of air. Her throat was sore and it hurt when she tried to swallow. She looked up weakly and saw Xerxes standing over Ren and relief went through her.

The Slayer was right, I'm only an eighteen-year-old girl and I can't compete with the most ancient enemy. Before my eyes began to darken. You are too young to understand. - the former fun disappeared, even the voice betrayed Kasia's emotions. It's getting harder to breathe, but I don't want to fight. Only from one thought that let Mark down and he will have to confess, all desire to resist the demon disappears. But suddenly, oxygen began to flow into the lungs. The fingers of the ancient unclenched, her feet touched the ground. She opened her eyes. The beast was still in front of me. Kasius carefully peered into the face, not taking his wild eyes off.

Abaddon's voice pierced through my anguish as he rushed to my side. "Aurelia, are you alright?" he inquired with evident concern. I shook my head, tears springing to my eyes. He gently cradled my face in his hands, locking his gaze with mine. "Breathe, Lia," he implored, his tone soothing. "Holding your breath won't diminish the pain. It will only worsen. Breathe." Nodding in agreement, I sucked in a deep breath and began to cough, each convulsion sending a jolt of agony radiating from my fractured ribcage.

I can barely breathe. “You’re not invincible, Luna,” she sneers, blowing cigarette smoke directly into my face. “Your shit’s just as brown as mine. Don’t forget it.” Layla growls inside me, furious. I yank at the collar of my shirt, trying to breathe. Sweat pours down my back. Emma crouches beside me, studying me like a predator playing with its prey. And then—she blows smoke into my face again. I cough violently, my lungs already empty. She laughs. And before she turns away, she flicks the dying cigarette toward my face.

My claws gouged deep trenches in the stone as I launched myself into the air. I slammed into him with enough force to send us both skidding across the floor. But he only laughed. “You are fire with no air,” he rasped, crushing his palm against my throat. “Burning yourself into smoke.” He lifted me by the neck like I weighed nothing. My paws thrashed. My claws lashed. My lungs burned. He squeezed. My airway closed. My vision faded. “Lucas…” I choked. The Demon King leaned close, his breath cold smoke against my muzzle. “He cannot hear you. He is already halfway into my realm.”

Her heart stumbled and her lungs scorched. "Draven—" The whispers drowned out her voice. He snarled, forcing his golden eyes open against the crushing dark. “Don’t let go. No matter what you hear, Elaria. Don’t. Let. Go.” The void shivered, and suddenly there was ground. They slammed into it hard—bone, again, but not the dry husks of the storm above. This was wet, raw, living bone, pulsating faintly with each whisper. Elaria rolled, coughing blood, ribs screaming with each breath. Draven landed beside her, already forcing himself upright, his body trembling but his instincts refusing to yield.

Anyway, the air that didn't enter or leave began to make a difference in her body, little black dots began to dance at the young woman's vision, her head began to throb and, impressively, you began to talk to her. Artemisia didn't understand what they were saying, but she felt those voices were laughing at her. Reveling in the fact that she couldn't even breathe like a normal person would. The girl wanted to be able to hold her breath and keep everyone shut up, but that was obviously impossible for her. The young woman's lungs refused to function properly, and it was beginning to irritate at the same intensity that drove her consciousness away. When Artemisia could breathe again, the first t

My heart clenched in my chest and I nearly gasped as a hard heavy lump formed in my throat blocking my airway. Davina was in a black lace lingerie that brought out her pale skin with her boobs hipped to the highest level. She was sucking my mate’s chest and neck directly on my mark and I could finally understand the reason for my pain. Another woman was sucking my mark on his neck. I clinched my fist and jaw and felt like air has been sucked out of my lungs. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t think straight. It was becoming hard to breathe. And my eyes were flickering between purple and green.