Wind Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She squeezed the silver vial tightly in her hand, her golden wings flaring into existence once more as she lunged headfirst into the dark vertical shaft. ​The wind roared loudly in her ears as she descended. The golden light of her aura cut through the black steam like a lantern. Within ten seconds, she cleared the mouth of the shaft. She burst into the space of the chasm right above the tilted lift platform. ​Damon’s huge form was snarling. His teeth ripped through the throat of a remaining silver-armored rogue wolf that had tried to attack his head. His gold-lined black fur was soaked in blood, his chest plate broken in three places where the obsidian harpoons had driven into his muscle. W

If it wasn’t for the help of the skinny Wind Demon who had so smartly reduced the force of Pathfinder’s blow, she would have been cleaved into two! “Let the others wear him out. We will stalk silently and strike when it seems most optimum.” The lean Wind Demon had a calm expression on his face as he spoke. He didn’t seem exhausted in the slightest, yet if one paid a little bit more attention to him, one would notice that his breath was not as even as it was initially. Clearly, it wasn’t so easy to manipulate the wind like he was making it out to be. After all, just like the others, his true body was also sealed.

Wind whipped up around us in heavy, howling gusts that bent the trees and snuffed half the candles. Dirt and leaves swirled in a vortex, stinging my eyes, but I didn't let go. Astraea roared inside me, her warrior strength fusing with the healing light, pushing deeper. The demon resisted, Roman’s body bucking so hard the wheelchair creaked, threatening to break apart. "Leave him now!" I commanded, my voice booming with power. With a final, agonizing push, it ripped out of him. A thick black mass erupted from Roman's mouth and chest. It was smoky, writhing like living ink, lashing at the air with god-awful shrieks. The wind howled louder, nearly knocking Tara off her feet.

He said icily, "I'll never fall for Ivy. Not in this lifetime." His friends fell into ease with that, saying with a smile, "Alright, alright. She's probably coming around soon. We should go." Once everyone left, Jason slowly walked over to the bed to look at Ivy in her sleep. Her face was pale, her brows a little furrowed. She did not look like she was sleeping well. His finger subconsciously touched her on the face. The moment he touched her, he instantly pulled back as if his fingers were burned. He turned to head to the window. He lit a cigarette and took a huge puff, trying to use nicotine to calm his buzzing mind.

Wilson sneered and once again attacked Andrius. This time, the ferocious palm wind scraped past Andrius’ face from several meters away. As soon as the true energy of the Nascent Soul stage appeared, the surrounding area was filled with strong winds, howling incessantly. “Mystic Dark Demon Palm!” He shouted, using the Dark Demon Sect’s signature skill. As soon as he did, a surging demonic aura suddenly rose all around, accompanied by the crying of ghosts and howling of wolves, making everyone shudder.

I told him. “Dryad of this oak tree, please.” There was silence for a few seconds, then the wind blew and the mist began to rise from the ground. A portal opened up to the human world and Adam turned around happily. “It worked!” It was fascinating for me too since I had never seen someone cross over before. I only know that vampires often do but their way of leaving and coming is different than ours. “Go now.” I let my arms loose, “You have work to do no?”

It was the same attack that sun god used. “Leave my mate alone.” The wolf growled as the wave of solar energy released around him, washing over the vampire with a wave of fire and radiation. He felt his very being on fire! How is he still alive?! ~~~Samantha POV~~~ Spitfire.... Spitfire wake up.... Ugh I don’t want to get up! You must get up! No Daddy I’m tired, just a little bit longer... and I’m a demon.... remember? If you are a demon then get up and remind everyone why you are called that!

shouted Bouldvar when Mar leapt towards him, aiming for his chest, but the tip of her saber was able to piece through it. “Whip Blade!” said Mar. A whip of fire flowed from the tip of her saber and went towards Boulvar’s crest, but the other blocked it with his arm. The Fire whipped around his arm, burning his sleeves, but it had no effect on the wind mage. He simply stepped back and pulled at the lieutenant. Mar hit the wall of wind, but would not let go of her saber. With a shout, she raised her left arm and smashed through the barrier with her fist, her outstretched arm, reaching for her opponent’s token, she was about to reach it too, when...

A fierce wind started howling in the dark, blowing everything around. I could hardly see properly. The demons were all growling and then I noticed something; Damon was merging our powers so he could kill them. Ohhh, I see. The strong wind increased and so did the cries of the creatures. It persisted for a long time and finally, it all stopped. The wind, the darkness, the cries of the creatures. They all stopped. Everything went back to normal. I looked around and confirmed it. The place had become so calm and quiet.

Before Ril could react. He pulled me towards him and a large air formed around us. Like a cyclone. "Zia!" I can hear Ril screaming. I looked up, and I am in the demon's arms "Bye," He spoke before the wind force increased. I closed my eyes in fear. Is this the end for me?