Sun Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and brimstone. Demons swarmed in like a relentless tidal wave, their screeches and snarls filling the air with terror. They were making a beeline straight for me. Gabe drew his sword, moving to stand in front of me. A surge of energy coursed through my veins, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Opening my eyes, I focused on the demons making their way towards us. With a flick of my wrist, tendrils of bright white flames erupted from my form, wrapping around the demons and engulfing them in ethereal fire.

] [New Passive Skill: Moonblood Resonance—enhances magic regeneration, boosts strength, speed, and resistance to spells. [Secondary Core Stabilizing… Please refrain from dying.] “Refrain from dying?!” Her outburst nearly escaped as a shout, and she slapped a hand over her mouth again. Breathing hard, she stared at herself. The silver hair wasn’t an illusion—it shimmered even when she turned away. Her eyes, too, seemed lighter, the faintest glimmer of blue-white flickering like frost. “Oh gods,” she muttered. “Oh Selune.” [You seem surprised.]

I scream and the light from my sword is then fired towards the sky. “NO!” I heard a piercing scream and we see Demonica standing meters from us with her followers. I drop to the floor feeling so weak so is Lana as her shield disperses. I look at the sky to see the green light from my sword shining brightly as it explodes and the dark mist is gone. We can finally see the bright full moon. “YOU! I will have to kill you first!” Demonica screams that resounded to the whole place.

Sloane Grayson’s POV “Then say hello to the devil, little wolf” He purred as though his words were a sentence, an execution. I just stood there, my breath hitched, heart pounding vigorously in my chest, as though they would give out. My lips parted slightly, a hint of something stupid flashing in my eyes; hope. His hot, intoxicating breath lingered on my skin, his golden orbs glistening like fire under the moonlight. And then, almost immediately, the smirk on his lips disappeared, gone as though they were never there, replaced by a cold, hard stare.

"Since I returned from White Plateau, I have felt nothing but uneasiness. Thinking it was because of the way I ended things with my long-time best friend, I went to bed with the assurance that the weight in my chest was going to be lifted off today. But it only became worse. Didn't feel like it was happening because of the way I ended things with him. My wolf has been grieving, trying to tell me something but I do not seem to understand what he means. He keeps nudging and when I ask what is wrong, he recoils. I don't think I can function well if I am not told what is wrong," "Give me your hands," Delilah asked. He placed both of his hands on hers and she closed her eyes. She began her incant

The scent of wolfsbane immediately invaded my nose, along with mistletoe, thick and bitter in the back of my throat. I looked down. The thick protective circle surrounding me was still intact, carved carefully into the dungeon floor and layered heavily with crushed wolfsbane and dried mistletoe. Anyone else would think it excessive. It wasn't. If anything, it was never enough. The full moon had passed. That was the only reason I was still lying here at all. Had the demon wanted more, neither the silver nor the herbs would've mattered in the slightest. The beast wasn't satisfied by restraints. Only destruction. Only blood. Only death.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Alex’s images entered the battlefield while he escaped underground. Zendaya violently slammed the Saintly Luna Branch in her hand against the ground. In an instant, countless roots and vines reappeared and moved rhythmically before attacking bizarre demons from Mount Oro... The onlookers saw that Zendaya was sending an area of effect attack, but in fact, it was an attack of varying severity, aiming to isolate that butterfly demon. “You’re courting death!” When the burly snailman saw Alex’s mirror images stepping in, he roared furiously and spat saliva wildly.

A cloud of dust and debris shot through the opening, blotting out the sky in a momentary veil of darkness. When the sun finally pierced through, its harsh light struck his back, and Kaplan screamed, a raw, guttural sound. The demon venom coursing through his veins flared in response, searing hotter under the sun’s rays, each pulse of pain sharper than the last. Sheila and Isabella moved quickly to Kaplan as Tharion scouted the perimeter for any lingering demons. Isabella crouched beside him, her red eyes glinting as she watched him writhe in pain. “Do you still have the weapons?”