7 Heavenly Breaths Novels & Stories

Ariadne replied, her voice cold, as if the words were a confession she had long been carrying. Sloane nodded thoughtfully, as though considering the weight of Ariadne’s words. “And I always feel depressed,” Ariadne added, her tone darkening. “My chest feels tight, like there's this constant pressure. I just need a breath of fresh air.” Sloane tilted her head slightly, her expression one of mild confusion. “But don’t you have a very large and beautiful rooftop garden? With so many plants, the air must be so fresh, Madam.”

My friend had enough of those before her death. There was a white cloud above her head and on her feet laid flowers of different kinds, her feet bare, she was clad in a white dress the one she had worn on the day she was laid to rest, the phoenix tattoo on (the one we had tatted that day) her arm I had highlighted with a the green, weird I know but green meant life and that's what I prayed everyday for her even though I didn't really like God I somehow wished he had heard my prayer. "she is an angel," I whispered lowly.

I breathed in and out a couple of times, trying to collect my self then answered the phone. " Hello" I said into the line expecting some news. "Lily" I heard from the other line. "How are you holding up?" "Hi Nicky, I thought I was doing well but I just, I don't know. " I stated. "Any news yet? " she asked. "Not yet,"I replied back. "Lily, listen to me." Said Nicky. "Breathe, take a deep breathe in hold it, now let it out. Relax girl."

she whispered, "are you okay?" He lifted his head to look at her, "I'm in heaven, baby."

As his words fell, he straightened up, his gaze lingering affectionately on Amelia's face one last time before he turned and pushed open the door, walking steadily toward the elevator. No one saw that, in the instant he turned, a faint glimmer of pure light flashed deep within those usually gentle dark eyes. It was the Breath of primordial source, belonging to the rules of the heavens and existing since the dawn of the primordial world, gently drawn by an invisible summons, trembling faintly in the depths of his gaze. That summons was silent and traceless, yet it pierced precisely through his soul essence, reaching the deepest part of his soul. It was a call from the heavens, an innate and u

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows while Apollo Sky’s identical cerulean eyes widened upon seeing the changes of the leader of the arch angels before them. ‘This spell!’ Apollo Sky the Loyal lost all the colors left on his ashen face. He had remembered clearly how a high ranking demon died after a blink when his father used this special spell. The name of this spell was Heaven’s Kiss. Though Apollo Sky did not know the entire dynamics of the spell or what conditions to meet in order to use this spell, he knew enough that the arch angels were the ones who could use this and they could not use this more than once in a row.

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

And then she was gone. No flash. No noise. Just a gentle warmth spreading through the air, settling into every living thing. --- The Breath Eternal The next morning, every creature on earth awoke at the same moment and took a single breath together. And for that one heartbeat, every sound, every silence, every life pulsed in harmony. Above, the moon shimmered gold and silver once more. Below, the Heart breathed peacefully. And in the space between sound and stillness, a voice—no longer Kimberly’s, no longer Lyra’s—whispered: