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.

A moment later, he pressed his nose against my neck and took a deep breath in, breathing in my scent the way he always does. Another sound of pure relief slips past his lips as he exhales. A second later, he pressed his nose firmly against his favorite spot on my neck and took a deep breath, inhaling my scent the way he always does.

“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.

The panic tightened its grip. She hesitated. “In for four,” I continued calmly. “One… two… three… four.” I inhaled slowly, deliberately, exaggerating the movement of my chest so she could mirror it. “Hold for two,” I said. “One… two.” Her lips trembled, but she held it. “Out for four,” I murmured. “Slow. One… two… three… four.” I exhaled long and controlled. She tried to copy me. It wasn’t perfect. Her breath caught halfway, shaky and uneven.

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.

I heard James' distant voice screaming out to me. He carried me in his arms and gently set me down to rest my back up against the wall. “Aurelia, I'm here for you. I just need you to breathe” I gasped for air, no air was going in and out of my lungs “Look at me, breathe in through your nose, and exhale through your mouth.” He took my hand in his, rubbing them gently “follow my move, breathe with me please” I inhaled after he did and followed his breathing, we breath together slowly till I was able to breath on my own like a normal human.