Blood Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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

Clary tried to breathe through it but struggled as her breathing became shallower and erratic from the pain. "Dam... Damon," Clary breathed out "It hurts too much. I, I c-can't." "Yes, you can baby, its head is crowning and is almost out ok. That's the first and biggest hurdle and you're nearly over it. Just breathe with me." Damon squeezed his hand around Clary's sweaty, loose grip and demonstrated the long, deep breaths they had been practicing. After a while Clary tried to copy him; her breathing became a little slower and more regular but was still too shallow.

I breathe, not a command — a plea. The power flows out of me in a slow burn, tasting of copper and lilies, bright and sorrowful all at once. My vision wavers. The room thins. Mara curses under her breath. Rowan’s boots shift as if he’s bracing for a fall. Hope sighs, soft and unknowing, and the fragile sweetness of the sound anchors me back into myself. Then the air shifts. Damon inhales — deeper this time, the strain easing just enough for my own breath to loosen. His chest rises and falls with a steadiness that wasn’t there before. Relief floods me so abruptly my eyes sting.

Not only was I feeling short of breath, making it hard to speak but Demonic was punching my rib cage. Please Goddess here me for once. I need help. Please.

My chest feels heavy, and this feeling makes breathing a chore for me. All of a sudden, his hands grab my head, and he puts his lips to mine and breathes down my mouth, only stopping to inhale and then do it again. This helps me start to breathe again, and when everything becomes steady again, he picks me up and moves me to his bed. "Gemma? Are you listening?" I nod weakly, still struggling to breathe even though it feels easier than before. "You're going to be fine. I think you have bled all of his venom out. Your wound has stopped bleeding..."

He stalked stealthily closer to his sleeping wife, eyes staring intensely at her unconscious form. He blew on her and her brows scrunched cutely. He lifted a hand, lightly cascading his fingers through her scarlet crown. His wife might not have noticed it but he didn’t need to breathe. That was also why he had no issue swimming in the lake that day. His Lycan breathed, his demon didn’t. He drew his face close to her and breathed in her hypnotizing scent. She began to stir, before blinking blearily at him. “Laylin,” He whispered, leaning closer as he bent further down to her level, letting the name flow in a whisper over her cheeks.

“On your knees.” I can see him do battle with himself, fighting against my order, and ultimately, Callum wins, but he goes down on his knees regardless and bows his head. “Like this?” No. Fuck. I groan and try again, using more force this time. “Stop breathing.” The super soldier inhales, and can’t exhale again. I watch him turn pink, then red, crimon, and finally a shade of purple-blue. He starts to claw at his throat, his eyes bugging out of his skull.

With a flick of wind from her fingertips, she knocked Shirley out. “Darling, when you say breathing technique, is it one that could train your organs?” Seeing how Zendaya was acting, Alex turned serious, asking if she knew something about this. Zendaya said, “From the memories of my awakening, I learned about something. This breathing technique surpasses many training techniques of the Holy Land. This technique doesn’t belong to this universe.” Alex was shocked. ‘If it didn’t belong to this universe, then what was this?’

I wheezed, clambering on the floor as I pushed myself to crawl away as much as possible, even though I didn’t know where I was heading. My heart pumps too fast, my lungs shrinking and refusing to supply me with air. My entire body trembling with my vision doubling, and my strength is leaving me. “Breathe, Cara.” A couple of muscular arms wrapped around my shoulders. Damon’s soothing voice rang so distantly as though he wasn’t hovering above me. His warped image was dancing in front of my eyes, and although I could see his mouth moving, I couldn’t hear a word he was saying aside from the beating of my own heart.