Sound Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

He stared at him angrily before pushing him away with their sword still clashing to each other. When the demon retreated, he released poisonous smoke which made Xurden cover his nose so he wouldn’t inhale it. While he was in that position, the demon rushed at him. The demon struck the sword at him and he retreated to get away. After that, the demon quickly moved and hid behind the poisonous smoke while laughing. The thickness of the smoke remained as the wind stopped blowing. If he stayed inside the thick smoke for too long, he won’t be able to stop his breathing. He looked for a way to avoid that suffering. As the demon approached him again, he jumped high. The demon tailed behind him, not

"It's going to be alright, Ruby. Take a deep breath, slowly. Match your breath with me. Could you do that? Yes, like that. Good." Ruby took several more trembling breaths, noticeably easier and deeper than before. Rion bit his lower lips, feeling like he had hit the bottom well of his spirit energy, and now he needed to squeeze out every drop. He couldn't hold back his cough when he felt more than hear a sharp and crisp sound of something cracked inside his chest. "Master...." Ruby whined lowly. Her eyes were still scrunched shut, with brows pinched together in a grimace. Her exhales came out as puffs of smoke in the air. As if the breath she let out was hotter than the surrounding air.

“Breathe. Focus only on me. Can you feel my bond?” She obeyed, drawing in a shuddering breath. The golden thread that tied her to him pulsed warm, steady, like sunlight seeping through her veins. Comfort. Anchor. It pulled at her gently, asking rather than demanding. She nodded. “Yes. It’s… calm. Strong.” “Good,” Damon murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Now, imagine it as a flame in your hands. Hold it carefully. Don’t let it burn out, and don’t let it consume you.”

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"

My breathing stutters, then slows. “What is he doing here?” a healer snaps. “This is forbidden—” Lucien doesn’t answer. I feel him come closer. Each step sends a ripple through the bond, soothing where it was screaming seconds ago. The pressure on my bones eases. The grinding stops. My spine lowers back onto the mattress. “Oh gods,” Mara breathes. I gasp as my lungs finally draw a full breath, the air no longer shredding me from the inside. The pain recedes in waves, leaving behind exhaustion so deep I can barely keep my consciousness tethered.

Damon stared at her with wide eyes but nodded. Delilah pressed her palms flat against his leg and her whole body went still again, her breathing slowing to nearly nothing. Her jaw tightened and the tendons in her neck stood out and a bead of sweat rolled from her temple to her jaw as she pulled whatever was poisoning him out through her own hands. Damon's face changed in real time. The grey tension drained out of him, color flooding back into his skin as his grip on the grass loosened and his breathing shifted from shallow gasps to deep steady draws.

LIA’S POV “No, no, no.” I chant in my head, my vision blurring as the room tilts. Large hands grip my shoulder, hovering for just a split second before lifting me up. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” His deep voice rasps but it is hard to hear above the loud noise that is my own heartbeat. “Breathe.” His palm hits the side of my face gently. “Do you hear me? You need to breathe.” My pulse doesn’t slow but a sudden rush of air fills my lungs and I gasp, almost choking.

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.

I could feel my chest tightening again, Intake of air became a draining chore and my fingers waved to clutched onto something for support that will pull me from the darkness that enveloped me. The arm encircling me pulled me closer, fingers held my neck ever so softly turning my head and burying it in a broad chest, the scent wafted up in my nostrils filling my senses and mixing with the smell of burning flesh. "Breathe." The voice came again but it wasn't Logan's harsh voice, "Breathe Bambi." Bambi? This one was the same deep, husky, and smooth tone, soothing my nerves and luring me gently to him.

“Please, huh? Help us.” “Need… to… breathe…” Emeriel gasped. “Breathe?” Lord Ottai echoed in confusion. Lord Vladya shoved him aside. “Here. Breathe with me,” he said to her. “In. Out. Come on. Long breaths. Deep. Come on, young one. You can do this.” Emeriel tried. She followed the cadence of his breathing. Slow, deep inhalations, holding the air in her lungs, then releasing it in steady streams. His voice was calm, so she clung to it.