Water Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

he bellows, his voice echoing ominously above the surface of the water. He hoists me up, breaking the surface and allowing me to gulp in precious air. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the crisp, refreshing oxygen, and with each breath, I slowly reclaim my composure, feeling the familiar strength surge back within me. "I'm not like most men." I choke out, the cool water cascading around me, soaking my top, leaving a lasting chill across my skin.

The smile fades. The scene dissolves. Water closes over her head. It is cold and vast and endless, but she does not panic. Her lungs burn, yet do not fail. Light filters down from above in fractured ribbons, and something passes through them—graceful, silver, otherworldly. A tail flicks. A hand reaches. Webbed fingers brush her wrist, leaving a chill that feels almost like reassurance. She turns, trying to follow, but the water folds in on itself and the shape is gone. She surfaces without breaking.

It strikes me I may only be called as a witness, but why then mention 'procuring new evidence' in their letter? "Stop overthinking," I whisper to myself. Jovielyn once mentioned a breathing technique that works wonders, and I figure it's worth trying. Just as I'm about to begin my first calming breath, I catch sight of Dean emerging from the sea, every inch the masculine ideal. He's more muscular than ever, having swum against the ocean's current for a solid twenty minutes. His vascularity is unparalleled, a striking contrast to even the most sculpted men, werewolves or not, gracing magazine covers.

His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the gold. "She can't breathe down there," he said. "She doesn't need to breathe," I countered. I focused on the logic, trying to keep the panic from shutting down my respiratory system. My chest felt compressed, as if a heavy weight were sitting on my sternum. "She is a Void-Born. Her physiology adapts to energy intake. If she has assimilated the core, she is self-sustaining. Oxygen is... irrelevant." "She's drowning," Viggo insisted. His voice cracked, a raw, jagged sound that made my stomach knot.

'' One says with a sizzling voice. I reach for my water again but as soon as the water comes out one of the demons throws a hot wave of flame at it. My water turns into smoke, and I have no idea what to do now. They all start chanting some weird incantation in a language I have never heard, and smoke starts to emerge around me. I can't see and it gets harder and harder to breathe. I am starting to feel dizzy and before I become unconscious, I hear a familiar voice. ''Don't kill her you, idiots.''