All Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

' Monica felt conflicted at this moment, but he decided to throw that thought away since, at this moment, it was useless to think too much since he hadn't fallen in love with someone after all, and there weren't any girls that he wanted to date at this moment. While walking, Monica felt that he should use his time in a better way, so he used his time to train his "Breathing Styles" better. There are two ways to use "Breathing Styles": Total Concentration Breathing, and Total Concentration: Constant. Total Concentration Breathing, an advanced application of Breathing, is a state where a Breathing Style user inhales the maximum amount of oxygen within a specific breath pattern to raise their p

He did not say anything about it. Sophia saw it too. He knew she saw it because her shoulders adjusted — not relaxing, not yet, but the specific micro-shift of someone incorporating new data. Ethan was breathing. He had the sequence Dr. Sable had given him — the inhale count, the hold, the exhale — and he was executing it with the focused discipline of a child who had been doing breathing exercises every morning for three weeks and had understood from the beginning that understanding why something worked made you more likely to do it correctly.

The Delta's throat is constricting, causing his breathing to wheeze. Armand swallows thickly, then he reaches up and slowly, gently, drags his hand down Jason's face. The Delta's eyes close as he sucks a strangled breath in. Armand's head dips. Warm breath fans Jason's face as the Elder whispers over his lips, “Relax, darling.”

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

Ronnie leads me to the centre of the garden and stands in front of me. There aren’t any fancy exercises. Ronnie just gestures for me to stand with my feet shoulder-width apart on the damp grass. “Let’s start with breathing,” he says, voice calm and low from the years of practice talking young wolves through first shifts. “In for four seconds, hold for three, out for four.” He counts softly. I follow, drawing air through my nose, slow and steady. Inhaling the scent of grass and soil, and faint wood smoke from one of the distant cabins. Each exhale eases a little of the tension in me.

Alpha Killian inches closer to me, places both hands on my shoulders and stares at me dead in my eyes. “Do you need more water before you commence?” “No, I’m good.” I say, breathing hard from nervousness. One lap in ten minutes. Is that even possible for me? “Alright then. What you have to do is close your mouth, breathe through your nostrils only and keep your mind focused on the goal which is one lap in ten minutes. No matter how tempted you are, no matter how much it hurts, do not open your mouth and breathe through it. Nostrils only. That’s how you increase your respiratory and oxygen capacity. Do you understand?”

The crescent at my throat warmed, a faint sensation more like a sigh than a flare. I focused on my own breathing. In. Out. Slow. Steady. His frame was tight under my palm, muscles bunched as if ready to run or bolt or fold in. “Match me,” I said quietly. “If you can. You don’t have to make your lungs bigger than they are. Just…follow.” I breathed. Again. Again. After a few rounds, I felt it. A tiny stutter. Then, his breaths started to hitch toward mine.

it stays with me. I mark it green. And I tick black for “not done before.” Bondage comes next, broken down again. Wrists, ankles, full-body, breast binding, mouth. The specificity surprises me, but I go through them one by one, listening to the quiet voice inside me that knows the difference between curiosity and discomfort. Then comes Breath Control. The description reads: Only practiced safely, with awareness of pressure points and no obstruction that could cause damage. It’s written carefully, not with the usual bravado some men use when listing what they like, but with caution. Responsibility.

" This is going to biggest and most important step to learning how to fight. 99% of all beginner problems getting beat up, getting tired, reverting to bad habits. Keep breathing. Breathe for every movement. Breathe when you punch, when you move, when you defend. Breathe even when nobody tells you to. It’s natural, it’s normal, it’s supposed to happen. If you find yourself unable to breathe, you’re probably not focusing. It’s not possible to learn if you’re never given a comfortable environment to learn, that is why I'm teaching you, because I'm the best, and also because I was there where you are now. Too much streng, too little knowledge and control.

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."