Wind Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She walk past me and I inhale her sweet scent to calm Allen down. I follow her into the room and sit down to watch her as she eats her supper and also go upstairs to take her bath. She came back later mumbling something about she being a good person and also going for a run. She gets out of the house and shift into a large white wolf. I stare at her in shock because white wolf's are very rare. They are they only wolves that can control all the five elements and also have an abnormally fast healing ability. I stare at my mate in adoration as she dash into the woods. I also change into my massive black Wolf to follow and protect her from any harm.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

His eyes were partially closed, his hands on his waist, and his chest was heaving up and down. The brunette realized this was a good chance to strike, so he held his breath and called forth the wind. He led the wind that enveloping him to change course and blow fast towards his opponent. The wind elemer did not move any of his arm, but there was a very serious expression in his face, and it was noticed by the a water elemer. However, the water elemer was too late to react when the wind blew hard on him and knocking him backwards by a few feet.

She needed to navigate through this tumultuous landscape, harnessing the power of the wind to stay grounded and find her way. With each step, Sable extended her arms, feeling the invisible currents of air embrace her fingertips. She closed her eyes and let her instincts guide her, trusting in the bond between herself and the dragons to lead the way. The wind currents shifted, pushing and pulling against her, but she remained steadfast. As Sable moved further into the realm of Air, she encountered more turbulent gusts that threatened to knock her off balance. Yet she maintained her composure, using the strength of her connection with the dragons to anchor herself amidst the chaos.

His voice was calm, steady, but there was urgency behind it. “Breathe,” Kael told her. She tried. She really tried. But the pressure inside her chest only grew stronger. Suddenly a powerful gust of wind exploded outward from her body. The lanterns hanging around the clearing swung violently as a wave of invisible force spread in every direction. Several wolves stumbled backward. One of them fell to the ground completely. Damon’s confident expression vanished. “What the hell is that?” he demanded. Aria’s vision blurred as dizziness washed over her.

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

The gusts of wind spun around her, tearing at the edges of the dust cloud, slowing the ram down. It bought us a second or two, just enough for the vortex to diverted his path. Aries veered right, his fiery horns carving a molten trench into the air that evaporated and made it more difficult to see. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead. The demon’s mark on my chest was burning, a rhythmic pulsing that synchronized with my heartbeat. It felt like a hot coal was buried under my skin. “You okay?” Pelin panted, dropping her stance as the wind died down.

It moved faster than thought, carrying not destruction, but control. A lost art of the Silver Wind Sect, Silent Breath of the Bound Soul. The air around Valerius thickened, turning syrupy and heavy, pressing against his limbs like frozen tar. His gesture faltered. The seamless motion of his attack slowed by a single fatal heartbeat. His eyes widened, realizing another force had entered play, but it was already too late. That heartbeat was all they needed. From the opposite shadow, Rayden exploded into motion.

The woman's voice uttered. One of the voices called out her name. Who is it? Looking around there was only darkness not a single sign of living life. She wanted to call out to the whispering voices but her throat got stuck and couldn't speak out. A heavy footstep slowly walked towards her way. The man was heavily armored with nasty demonic eyes it's axe aiming at her, a piercing pain shot through her heart.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."