7 Heavenly Breaths Novels & Stories

“Rest is for those who’ve earned peace. You haven’t.” She finally faced her, eyes sharp. “Today, we move beyond breathing. You’ll learn to channel.” Elise nodded, though her stomach knotted. “Channel what exactly?” “The moon’s current,” Teagan said, lowering her sword. “Energy flows through all things — but the Moonbreathers are conduits. You’ll draw it in, let it merge with your motion, and release it. If you fail…” She tapped the hilt against the stone. “It will burn you from within.”

I lay there, white sheet folded at my chest, my skin gray and still. Henry’s breath hitched. He reached out, trembling, fingertips brushing my hand. Ice. Nothing but ice. His knees buckled, yet he forced himself closer, clutching my lifeless fingers, pressing them against his cheek. “Olivia… wake up. Please. I brought Susan. She’ll give you the kidney. You’ll be fine. Don’t do this.” His tears dripped onto my skin, but I couldn’t feel them. I wanted to scream that I’d waited. That I’d begged. That I’d loved him until my last breath.

she breathed, her lips parting as his face came closer, the scent of his cologne filling her senses completely. ​"Just one," Ryan whispered against her lips, his hands sliding down to wrap firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. "Don't run back to Brooklyn when things get difficult. Stay in the penthouse. Fight with me. Live with me. Let's see what happens when we actually try to be real."

he breathed, “so damn much?” Cheryl shut her eyes. It was all she could do as his mouth moved on hers sweetly… possessively. Emotion poured through her. An unstoppable tide. There was a sound of a throat clearing and an embarrassed little cough. Guiltily, Cheryl pulled free of Nikolas. Two huge books were placed in front of her.

he said with the volume of his voice that could only be heard by anyone nearby. Suddenly, we picked up a humming sound coming from the sky. “What’s that noise?” Raja asked. “Sounds familiar,” Brock said. Me too, it sounded like… “An airplane?” I mumbled. “There,” Miranda exclaimed, “twenty-five leagues, southwest.” Turning to the direction her finger was pointing, two… no, three warheads soaring in the sky, toward whatever settlement they targeted. There was a fourth one that began to ascend. Operation Heaven One had now commenced. The surrounding air became intense. We must get out of this place to put a stop to their plan as soon as possible.

They wore down so quickly, sapped of energy from injury or strain. Pulling himself together, he pressed his hands together in prayer, looking up to the heavens with a long intake of breath, filling his lungs with the pure air. "I am open, I am in peace in this house I have built for my worship. Great Atum, grant me the sweet breath which dwelleth in my lungs as I embrace thy throne. Give me strength to keep watch over your children. I grow and they grow, I liveth as they liveth and my breath will be their breath. Give them the power to feel the company and shield of the Gods."

“It sounds silly.” Matthew shook his head as he took her hand with a boyish smile on his face. “It’s not silly as long as we take all chances given to us by the heavens,” he said gently. “Think of it as us trying it out just for fun. Besides, the doctor said that a little more fresh air would do you some good. Think of this as humoring me for a bit, all right?”

INDEED BEAUTIFUL! Breathe in… Breathe out… Everything’s perfect like the fresh air I breathe! Breathe in… Breathe out… I love myself! I love everyone! I love everything around me! Breathe in… Breathe out… I’m kind, alert, enthusiastic, and most of all! I am beautiful! Breathe in… Breathe out… I close my eyes. I praise and thank you Almighty Father for this wonderful day.

Isabelle found it hard to breathe. Why wasn’t her body listening to her head? Why wasn’t she able to pull away from his lethal embrace? Shawn didn’t love her, he simply wanted to show her that he still had control over her. He wanted to show her that he could snap his fingers and she would fall at his feet. God, how she wanted to abandon herself in his arms and stop hurting... How she wanted him to tell him everything about the baby, to tell him that she can live without him...

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?