Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Dev cries, holding us up so that we can get deeper breaths of air. Through short, panting breaths, I say, “It’s Brandon. He’s dying.” “No!” Dev screams. He holds me while Arya holds Zak and their demi-god powers lessen the pain. It makes it so we can think. And tap into Brandon’s side of the link to see what’s going on. What we find is scary as fuck! Casen is holding Brandon down with his wind power while sucking the air from his lungs. The process is slow and excruciating. If feels like he is dry drowning, searching for air when there is none to be found.

We run and see another open door, we look inside and it's the same demon with our bodies under him, smiling and waving. "I can't do this," Brittany runs taking her hand away from mine. She runs down and turns a corner in the hallway. I run after her and turn the corner, it's a dead end. I start to breathe rapidly, I can feel the air getting thinner as it gets hard for me to breathe. I turn around to look towards the door, I see the hand of the demon emerge from the room, clenching the wall, pulling itself forward to peak its smiling face at me.

Alex kept chanting, sending his energy into Kayla's body, adding his power to her power. She screamed once more, her mouth stretched open wide, and then she just collapsed on the floor in a heap, her red hair covering her face, her back rising and falling with her shallow breaths. Alex fell back into a sitting position, his hand still on her shoulder. "Kayla? Kayla, say something." He tried shaking her, but still no response. Rolling her over onto her back, he gently shook her again, praying for some sign that she was all right. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes closed, but otherwise, she seemed all right. Where Baltabek went, Alex had no idea, but the demon was gone, at least for now.

“Habit is our worst enemy. With wrong habits, we magnify our weaknesses and destroy our strengths. Take breathing for instance. Some Slayers breathe through their mouths when sparring, and I’m not talking about the kiai cry which accompanies a strike or a throw and serves the purpose of intimidating the enemy or psyching up the Slayer. If you observe babies and animals, you’ll find they always breathe from their stomachs and through their noses. “Getting back to the fight, I kept swiveling my head frantically to try and keep track of the Ayakashi. Because I wanted to ‘see’. I soon realized that the only thing I’d be able to perceive if I kept that up was my hammering heart and the noise of m

They moved towards her, but with one of her hands, she sent them flying across the room, and they hit the wall. “Ayla!” I raised my voice. She pulled her hands away just as Damon took a deep breath—strong, loud, clear. Silvia gasped. “He’s breathing normally!” The light faded. Damon’s skin wasn’t pale anymore. Color returned to his cheeks. His chest moved steadily. Ayla staggered back, but I caught her before she could fall. “Easy,” I said as I helped her to sit, trying to distract myself from the stinging feeling I got holding her close to me.

It felt like I was drowning again, just like in the nightmare, pulled down by the weight of the past. Then, Dr. Karima was there. Her voice, though calm and measured, cut through the panic. “Dema, breathe. Just breathe. In… and out.” I felt her hand on my arm, a gentle pressure that grounded me. I tried to focus on her words, on the rhythm of her breathing. In… out… It was hard, so hard. My body trembled uncontrollably. “It’s okay, Dema,” she said softly. “You’re safe. Just breathe with me.”

My chest feels heavy, and this feeling makes breathing a chore for me. All of a sudden, his hands grab my head, and he puts his lips to mine and breathes down my mouth, only stopping to inhale and then do it again. This helps me start to breathe again, and when everything becomes steady again, he picks me up and moves me to his bed. "Gemma? Are you listening?" I nod weakly, still struggling to breathe even though it feels easier than before. "You're going to be fine. I think you have bled all of his venom out. Your wound has stopped bleeding..."

Gyllou manifests herself through a black smoke which envelopes her body. “I consecrate and clear Susan, let nothing but joy linger in her in Jesus name!” The black smoke explodes in a loud ghostly moan. The earthquake stopped, the strong winds returned to normal, the room suddenly felt brighter and fresh air started entering the room. I had just expelled an A list demon. Susan lay on the floor lifeless I went over to where she lay and blood dropping from my legs and abdomen as I took each step, I checked if she got a pulse but she had mild heart beat. I dialled 911 and called for an ambulance while I resuscitated her giving her CPR.

Clary tried to breathe through it but struggled as her breathing became shallower and erratic from the pain. "Dam... Damon," Clary breathed out "It hurts too much. I, I c-can't." "Yes, you can baby, its head is crowning and is almost out ok. That's the first and biggest hurdle and you're nearly over it. Just breathe with me." Damon squeezed his hand around Clary's sweaty, loose grip and demonstrated the long, deep breaths they had been practicing. After a while Clary tried to copy him; her breathing became a little slower and more regular but was still too shallow.

Her throat tightened, but her voice stayed steady. “I’m here,” she said. “Breathe with me. Slow. In… and out.” She demonstrated, exaggerating her breathing. “In,” she said softly. “Good. Now out.” His chest hitched. Again. She didn’t move her hand. “Listen to me,” she said calmly. “You’re not dying. You’re not alone. Just follow my voice.” Slowly—agonizingly slowly—his breathing began to steady. The monitor’s rapid beeping eased.