Wind Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I curled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "Feeling any stronger?" I whispered, my smile laced with playful warmth as I lay against him. In answer, he extended his hand, fingers splaying outward as though gathering the very air around him. Slowly, he twirled his fingers, conjuring a delicate spiral of wind that danced and whirled, responding to the subtle command of his touch. The miniature vortex shimmered at his fingertips before he released it, sending it drifting gently out the window, where it vanished into the night.

His breathing was shallow but steady, the faint rise and fall of his chest the only reminder that he was still here, still alive, still mine to claim. The scent of blood clung to the air like a storm that refused to pass. It drowned out everything else, seeping into me until it filled every corner of my senses. I could taste it still—sharp, sweet, maddening—and every breath I drew only fanned the fire clawing at my insides. I had witnessed the binding ritual performed countless times. I knew its weight, its consequences. But never—never—had I felt this.

A single backhand sweep sent the attackers flying like snapped kites, crashing into the walls. The presence of a high-order demon — cold, brutal, and absolute. But the moment it was over, the wings dissolved. Silas's rigid frame swayed violently. His face drained to chalk. He collapsed against me. "Silas!" I caught him with trembling arms. Blood from his chest soaked through my evening gown in seconds. His breathing came in ragged gasps. That carefully hidden heart-tipped tail hung limp on the ground, its tip too weak to even straighten.

“Forget about it, Valen.” Turning around, I waved my hand at Rain. “Let’s go home.” I cast one final glance back just as we reached the entrance. Valen hadn’t stood up. He had his head buried tightly in both of his hands, his shoulders heaving with violent, silent sobs. I pulled the heavy door shut, locking the sound entirely outside.

His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength. I couldn't break free, so I shouted helplessly, "Let go of me!" Simon seemed not to hear me, and he only kept pulling me toward him. "Janice, give me another chance to make it up to you, alright?" Before he could finish, someone punched him in the face. "She told you to let go! Don't you understand?!" The punch came fast and hard, catching Simon off guard. He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, knocking over the chair behind him.

The suction force was too great! "You two stay behind me!" Sir Benjamin yelled amidst the roaring sound of the wind and the painful screams of the demon. Sister Nancy held my hand and pulled me towards Sir Benjamin's back. The wind was so strong that I could be blown away at any minute. When I was behind Sir Benjamin's back, the pressure lessened. I could finally fully open my eyes to see what was happening in front. "Kaaaahhkkk!" It was a very agonizing scream. The demon shadow was slowly consumed into that black hole.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

Chapter 01 - Must have been the wind Solene Walking, running, breathing hard was all I did to escape the guy who was chasing me. I can feel my knees shaking and also my chest throbbing. I realized that I was running for my life. This is not funny, I wanted to scream but who would help me anyway? It's just me, nobody else. "Where are you, sweetheart? Come here, we're not yet done having fun." I heard the man say. His voice was so deep that I couldn't even forget how does it sound like.

Her good arm reached for the handle of the knife, and she yanked it from burning flesh, twisting it and burying it in Roman’s neck. Shock registered on his handsome face. “I am the storm,” she whispered. “And the last thing you’ll see on this earth.” Roman grabbed her throat, squeezing as he wheezed through gurgling blood. Her energy was centered on his monstrous face when it exploded like a melon. Time slowed as the fine spray clouded in the filtered light. Blood suddenly slapped against the wall like crimson paint thrown on a canvas. Abby’s gaze stayed transfixed on that wall as a black shape moved across her vision before dragging a large weight off her legs.

Before that could end Fredrick wrapped his hand around Bryan’s neck, bending his elbow to strangle him from behind. Rio was rapidly slashing and ripping the clothing and flesh at his back while it healed back but much slowly than before. Bryan knew it would end here but still acted normal from the outside. Chloe and Stella appeared in midair diving down and replacing Christopher in restraining his two hands while the Alpha Demon flip backwards redrawing the dagger just to throw the dagger with the heart has his target. The soul reaper lunched like an arrow let loose, using it sharp glimmering tip tearing through the wind with an unnatural force but it stopped some inches at the Primordial Al