Novel & Cerita Wind Breathing Demon Slayer

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

I whispered in his ear, trying to distract myself. "Yeah," He sounded hoarse, and cleared his throat, "Wrath demons are closely connected to vampires. It's a unique ability that we have. The rest of the demons will have to jump or climb down and hope they don't break their legs." Finally, we landed, my feet finding solid ground. Relief washed over me as I took a step back, distancing myself from Samael instantly.

The air shifted heavier, charged with a pressure that made Selene’s bones ache. Dorian had entered the grounds. He wasn’t doing anything dramatic. Just walking. But somehow, that was enough. Wolves moved out of his path without him saying a word. Even the ones in full shift lowered their heads, a gesture of submission so instinctive it looked like breathing. He was shirtless. Selene’s brain short-circuited for a second.

It felt like the breath had been sucked out of my lungs. No! He wasn't moving. Barely looked like he was breathing. The dark lord let out a howl and then all hell broke loose. He begun to attack.

Thanatos growls. She lunges at Thanatos, and he punches her hard in the face. It hurts, and then we see stars. She’s not done yet. She pretends to act like she is knocked out. The minute Thanatos checks on us, she bites into his soft belly. He kicks her in the face and shifts. She jumps out the window, and he follows. They circle each other on the ground. I wonder who is the prey and who is the hunter.

The question hung between them. Before Lyria could answer, a shadow moved across the upper balcony. Valeria noticed first. “Ah,” she said softly. “He always observes before he intervenes.” Lyria looked up. There he was. The Demon King. Standing on the balcony of the western wing. He did not speak. He did not move. He simply watched. And he was not looking at Valeria. He was looking at Lyria. One second. Two. Three. Valeria spoke without taking her eyes off the balcony.