Wind Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

he screamed between gasps, but the roaring wind swallowed his words whole. “Relax, boy! You’ll get used to it!” Raiden shouted over the roar of the wind. “USED TO WHAT—DEATH?!” Danial’s voice was barely audible as his cheeks stretched backward like a windsock. Raiden, flying effortlessly beside him with her arms crossed, barely turned her head. Her silver hair whipped behind her like ribbons of lightning, her expression calm and mildly amused.

Still, it was enough to confuse its opponents, especially since it grew stronger after devouring its prey. “Hehehe, you’re strong, but now I… eh? Why is my connection with my other body severed? What did you do?” The wind demon asked in surprise, feeling that its other self could no longer connect with it. Xiao Chao smiled, seeing the distress of the demon, which wasn’t even as strong as himself but was troublesome to kill.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

Dragon slayers much like other humans from magical blood lines, like sorcerers can wield magic where regular humans cannot. I toss my head back, my hair falling behind me, a roar of laughter erupting from deep within me. I am clutching my stomach and gasping for air with tears brimming my eyes. I am laughing so hard that my stomach is clenching in pain, but I just cannot seem to stop. By the time I come down from my laughing fit, I slump in my chair my head hanging back as my lungs fight for air. I bring my head forward my lungs no longer burning, and I wipe the tears from my eyes.

And I wanted to become as awe-inspiring and menacing as he was. Meanwhile, the demon wrapped his wings around himself and all of a sudden, started shrinking. In a minute, the pangram contained a rather cute-looking noble. You'd never guess who he was if you didn't know! He had golden hair, blue eyes, and marble-white skin. He was so thin, you'd think he would break if you blew on him. Instead of a whip, he had a rose in his hand. The rose was the last straw. I had no words. Yet the demon finally spoke up, like wind roaring outside the windows of the old tower.

I begin to gasp for air. “What’s wrong, Damian? Can’t seem to breathe? Think of this as a vortex that can simply take your breath away! Just like that girl of yours seems to do. Soon you will run out of air and choke on your last breath! Your lungs have to be burning by now! Not only will Raiden be happy that you’re dead but I get a prize as well! That girl will be mine! I hope she can breathe once my dick is inside her!” He taunts. My fists clench as something takes a hold of me. My breathing evens out as I start to shift into my demon form. A deep roar escapes my chest and the tornado suddenly catches on fire.

Storm and wind of black is his power. Strikes, he, the world with the blackest of the cyclone. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Aurora) "You are back. Is that it? Why did you run away?" Aurora looked at the angel. His violet eyes were looking everywhere but at her. She knew he was scared of this, whatever this was. She was just as confused, but she was with Art now. There was no use thinking about anything else. That was just momentary.

He advanced, regardless of his weak and labored breathing and the increasing pain in his chest. "Would you be satisfied if I went back to that house with a new lie to believe in again? So you can achieve whatever goal you have with me there? Or do you want to witness firsthand the suffering you've caused?" Ravi exclaimed passionately. Raymond held onto his shoulders tightly to prevent Ravi from falling, but Ravi himself knew he wasn't that weak. He stepped forward, staring challengingly at Daniel, the pain intensifying as if someone was trying to tear his chest apart. Ravi felt the taste of blood filling his mouth, accompanied by fresh blood coming out of his nose.

He shouted to his beta and warriors, before a loud scream erupted from the doorway. Skylar ran through the hallway to the door, only to be met with her warriors laying lifeless on the grass bed. “You disgusting mutts!” She screamed as she cast her eyes upon the 5 wolves standing between the corpse’s. “You think you can take me on?” She laughed, uncontrollably. “Let’s find out.” She growled menacingly. The redhead raised her palms to her waist, summoning the surrounding wind. Her hair blew wild as the air collected, forming a whirlwind around her. Before the men had a chance to run, the woman pushed her hands forward directing the wind at them..

She nestled into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a soothing lullaby that helped to ease her troubled mind. As she lay in his embrace, the worries and fears of the day began to fade away. The storm outside seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the comfort and safety she felt in Damon's arms. His presence was a balm to her soul, a reminder that she wasn't alone. Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy, and she let out a contented sigh as she drifted off to sleep. Damon held her tightly, his own eyes growing heavy as well. The sound of the rain outside became a gentle backdrop to their shared silence, a calming presence that enveloped them.