Stone Breath Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Something shimmers out of the shadows stealing all my breath and all the life from the forest around it. The demon is here. “Go!” Lucas yells and runs at the demon. The demon, standing tall and dressed in a brown, hooded robe, holds out his hand, summoning an onyx-blade sword. He plunges it through Lucas’s chest. “No!” I scream and let go of Evander’s hand. I throw my hand out, pushing Evander back through the door. The passage of glowing blue energy fades fast, and the door to the Covenstead snaps shut, completely sealed off.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

“They refuse to stop, even to rest. The smell of blood lingers on the air, and they swear it’s watching us.” Drevon slammed a bony fist against the altar, the force sending cracks spidering across its surface. “Fools!” he spat. “The creature is not unstoppable. It’s tied to her - to the stone! She doesn’t understand what she’s unleashed, and that ignorance will be her undoing.” He rose from his seat, his robes swishing around him like dark waves. The flickering torchlight seemed to dim as he straightened, his frail frame belying the dangerous presence he still carried.

I shouted, ineptly hitting the glowing shield. "The stone has… more than enough of Nephilim's power," he muttered, curling his fingers around the blade still piercing his chest. "Now it wants me… to bleed…" His irises and the whites of his eyes turned black. He freed the sword from his chest, letting the wide stream of his blood fill the fountain. The crystal's glow intensified with every drop of Drystan's blood.

The Bloodstone, still in Aurelian’s hand between them, pulsed once. Then it sank into him. Aurelian gasped, his body going rigid for a moment as the stone disappeared beneath his skin and settled somewhere deep in his core. He waited for pain, for some catastrophic change. Nothing came. He felt steady. Whole. Darius relieved him from the hug, his brow furrowing before understanding settled over his face. “Maybe that’s the Goddess’s way of saying it’s finished,” he said. “No one will ever come looking for it again. It’s safe now. Inside you.”

As the vampire woman no longer moves, I hurriedly sends a jet of groundwater in to cool the mass down. Soleil is finally able to release her grip. The large cone-shaped stone falls to the ground and drills the tip far into the ground. My sisters all sit down, exhausted, as I continue to throw water on the heavy granite block that now holds the charred body firmly from the waist down. I stop the water jet when Harry steps forward. As he is about to hammer his fist into the chest of the demon, he is stopped by a deep growl.

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

I rushed forward, my claws drawn as I ripped open his chest, just enough for her hand to reach his heart. “Rise from the shadows, bound to me,” she whispered, muttering a few incantations. He gasped, his eyes wide as he stared at Blair, “Command, and I will follow,” he muttered, bowing his head. The scene was uncanny, just a few seconds ago, he had been on the floor, lifeless. But now, he was standing right in front of us, looking nothing like the dead man I had seen. The door opened, Stone rushed in, his eyes wide as he stared at his man, standing before us.

I tell them everything that the moon goddess told me. "I also give her the bloodstone of Elizabeth Bathory. That stone is too dangerous for us to have. It can cause our deaths because the souls inside that are trapped there have turned to crystal. But once that stone is broken, the owner of that stone will die. The spirits will not be delighted with the one that has the bloodstone. They will think that it is Elizabeth. I was always willing to take that chance because I did not care if I lived or died. Not if I have a new life with a new family. I don't want to be responsible for that stone anymore. I know the Moon Goddess will give it to us if we need it. I do not believe that we should keep

"Come on, Anna. Come with me and help me take on a physical form and I will show you a world you haven't experienced before. I can replace this puny mate of yours, proving far superior to him in every way." His words disgusted me to my core and I cringed. Asher let out a warning growl towards the demon, Blaze surfaced as Asher half-transformed, ripping his clothes.. "I will send you to hell, right now," Asher blazed and jumped toward the demon. The warriors side-stepped letting the two battle it out. Asher's shirt had half torn as his muscular torso grew hair and a special tattoo appeared on the side of his neck. It glistened because of the power of moonstones inside him.