Sound Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

He said softly but she was already going into a panic attack as her breathing laboured and she had to force her lungs to take in much needed oxygen. Damon took a step back, hoping she would calm down but she only rubbed her chest with her palm in order to ease herself but nothing helped. "Breath Riley." Damon said as cupped the side of her face but it wasn't working as slowly she went into darkness; her forever companion. She groaned and stirred in her sleep as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to adjust her sight.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice so that only she could hear. “Take a deep breath with me.” “I can’t… Damian, I can’t..” “You can,” he whispered, his forehead brushing hers. “Let's do it together, like this. In… slowly...” She tried again. "...that's it. Just like that." Air wobbled into her lungs in uneven, trembling fragments. A sob escaped her before she could swallow it down. Damian’s thumbs stroked along her arms soothingly, his presence wrapping around her like a shield.

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.”

He expelled the cloth from his mouth and drew a deep breath, his chest heaving as he unleashed a series of urgent cries into the stillness of the room. "Hello! Can anybody hear me?" Damon's voice echoed, bouncing off the walls, his plea punctuated by a mixture of fear and hope. He strained his ears, waiting anxiously for any sign of a response, but all he received in return was a haunting silence that seemed to mock his predicament.

The whisper of footsteps, muffled by thick walls, but too clear to be ignored by the ears of an Alpha. Or rather: of a Lycan God. “The breathing has changed downstairs. Two hearts race with haste. The pulse of the ancient blood… has begun to echo again.” Dmitry sat up in bed with a furrowed brow. Beside him, Susan murmured his name, sleepy but awake. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and hoarse, her aura still faint, like a flower closing after a storm. He touched her face with affection, tracing the contour of her jaw with his thumb.

He grabbed onto my shoulders and we both locked eyes. "Just breathe Diana," He pursed his lips and inhaled deeply, encouraging me to do the same. I nodded and joined in the same breathing pattern, taking in the oxygen slowly and releasing it at a steady pace. A minute past. I pursed my lips, allowing for more air to escape. My mind solely focused on my breaths. There was silence. My lungs moved steadily to Damian's breathing. Taking in the air. And out. Repeating the same pattern over. Taking in the air.

Within a radius of 10,000 miles, the breath was clear, without a trace of Demon Aura or Demonic Qi. Caspian stood where he was, breathing deeply with a faint smile on his face. At this time, his breath was restrained, as if it was integrated with the surroundings. It would not be ignored or abrupt.

Rayna POV I woke to the sound of silence. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that hums beneath your skin, heavy and waiting, like the pause before thunder breaks. My eyelids felt weighted with sand. Every time I tried to move, something inside me pulled in the opposite direction - a thread, taut and cold, buried deep under my ribs. The world tilted when I breathed. Silver light flickered behind my eyes. “Easy.” Damon’s voice reached me first - low, rough, and far too steady for how his pulse thundered through the bond. “You’re safe.”

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”

SERENA’S POV "Serena! Serena, look at me—hey—stay with me!" Damon’s voice. Smooth, commanding, but laced with panic. I hear it cutting through the chaos in my mind like a lifeline in a storm. It echoes inside me, pulling me out of that suffocating dark place. I blink. Once. Twice. My lungs seize, then release violently as I double over, coughing hard, desperate to catch a single clean breath.