Mist Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Lucas said. "Check if the preparation of the funeral is going well" Upon hearing Maddox's words, Lucas nodded and left the room. Maddox sighs heavily before going to sit on the chair.The image of that pup hanging flashed in his head, those eyes were torturing him as if begging for help. "I have to do this" He let out a shaky breath before closing his eyes and concentrating on the demon.After a good two minutes, he could feel his body turning stiff and cold. Shiver crawled up his leg till it reached his ear.The atmosphere of the room changed.He slowly opened his eyes.His eyes turned pitch black as he spotted the small shadow in the corner.

Dareios grinned evilly, as if he was relishing in my clear terror and discomfort. I could totally see why Icelus used him as an assassin – the dude was an unfeeling jerk! Although, I really did want to learn how to combat the mist and each time I broached the subject with Zara or Warrick I was told that it wasn’t as important as it was to learn how to fight nightmares. I felt Cassia slip her small hand into mine as she lead me closer to the wall of mist, which reared backward with every step I took. I began to fear that it would crash down on me like a giant wave and that I would die... but it didn’t.

Amara went mad and tried to fight back. Normally, she was powerful and commanding, but once brought down, she acted like a madwoman. Slap! Myst slapped her again. “You can keep insulting him. For every insult, I’ll slap you, so long as you can handle it,” Myst said coldly. “You b*tch!” Amara did not back down and tried to insult Dustin again. Myst’s eyes narrowed, and this time, she used some pure energy and slapped Amara harder. Amara’s mouth bled, and her eyes rolled back as she passed out.

CHAPTER 14 The moon-silver net didn’t feel like rope. It felt like cold certainty. It tightened in slow, deliberate pulls—like something patient was learning my shape. Each breath I took made it bite deeper, and my mark burned like it was being branded from the inside. Dax slammed into the edge of the circle, but the air around it flashed and threw him back a step, hard. “Aria!” he barked. Vesper moved fast—faster than her lazy posture suggested—knives appearing in her hands like thoughts. She slashed at the silver threads.

Fuck how could I have forgotten about the air. Deamartos essence bleeds into the air whenever someone enters. An air so dense and thick it makes it hard to breathe killing anything who isn’t strong enough to withstand it. I bet she hasn’t undergo the training most demons have to withstand these conditions. I start to walk faster pulling her alone with me. “Stay with me Chyne. We’re almost there.” “Damien?” She whispers my name and I almost trip from how soft it came out. “I’m here. I’m here”

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

Even though it has been descendants of the twentieth, but the nature and Ariesta's attitude has appeared that she is from the king's descendants. But she is now in shock. Her natur become grumpy... Only to Sebastian Ballmers! But she had a hard time hiding her nature. originally for the purpose of living peacefully. But if she saw the man, she wanted to hurt someone. Her hands wanted to scratch. And she wanted to see the blood dripping on the man's skin. Imagining the man's face, she had unknowingly scratched her fingernails on the wall. For God's sake... Since when did she become a masochist?!

His Blood Energy churned, and his arms felt numb, almost causing him to lose his grip on the Demon-Slayer Sword. The sword formed by the strange creatures was split open. It disintegrated and turned into some black mist. These mists gathered in the distance and formed the shape of a human. The figure looked very blurry and seemed as if it would dissipate anytime. It stared at James and tried to identify his origin. James held the Demon-Slayer Sword and asked coldly, “What the hell are you?” A hoarse voice resounded. “It’s none of your business. Leave this instance, and I’ll pretend you never showed up. Otherwise, you’ll get into trouble, and bad things will befall you.”

I just had to remind myself to leave one of them alive. I raised my hands again and paused. The mist seemed to be hazier than before. Since I didn't have time to observe it, I threw the mist at the demons. The mist hit the demons, but to my dismay, they didn't burst out of existence like before. Instead, they just fell back a few steps before starting to walk towards me again.

My lungs collapse as I curl into myself, shaking in pain and the bitter cold sensation of completely exhausting my powers. I’m so, so cold. “Misty? Misty?” Cole rolls over, rising on top of me, my face clutched between his hands. Somewhere behind us, Orion is coughing, gasping for breath as he fumbles for his mate through the ash hanging heavy in the air. I hear an unfamiliar female voice raised in alarm, and then I start to pass out. “Misty? What’s wrong? Look at me!” “I just need a little nap,” I gasp, choking on ash and smoke. “Just for a minute–I’ll close my eyes for a–for a minute. A short minute….”