All Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

“Hear me. Listen to me. Take down as much oxygen as possible, and when you breathe out, hold it for as long as you can. Four counts, six counts, eight counts. Each time, you move higher and higher.” My eyes leak tears. Four counts? I attempt the technique because I want to lose. I didn't succeed the first time. But on the third attempt, I manage to breathe out for four long beats before sucking in air like I’m suffocating again. “There.” The voice makes me relax. “You’ve got it. Now, for six. Ready? Let me count on you.” His thumb swipes across my knuckles gently, and I tell my lungs this is the one that will calm me down.

I could feel my heat starting to boil out from my abdomen. “Calming breaths, Mia cara. Close your lips and inhale through your nose for a count of four. Hold your breath for a count of seven. Then exhale completely through your mouth, making a whoosh sound for a count of eight.” Alec’s calming and patient voice whispered against my ear. My eyes closed as I tried to maintain control. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t right there. If his scent wasn’t engulfing my senses, making me lightheaded. Everything about him makes concentrating on anything else impossible

Those contractions transmitted to his ears like a low-frequency vibration. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, with shorter intervals between each breath. Air flowed in and out of her nostrils and lips simultaneously, creating a rhythmic “ha—ha—ha—” sound. With each “ha,” a stream of hot air was expelled onto her chest, causing a strand of hair at the edge of her silk shirt collar to flutter.

“Hmm? Why?” “Acupuncture skills are derived from the unique breathing skills that are based on the Owen family’s medical skills. Stone did not know how gifted he was. In this century, only our first-generation ancestor owned ‘Breath’, and nobody else had it until Stone was born.” William said, “Stone is the only person who owned ‘Breath’. Only he could skillfully practice this medical skill. Other people can just mimic it. We can roughly learn it, but it’ll be impossible for us to master it. So, how can we make full use of it?”

​Breathing heavily, I hauled myself over the final jagged outcrop and dragged my body onto a wide stone balcony protruding from the cliffside. ​I collapsed onto my back, staring up at the slate-gray sky visible through the narrow opening of the gorge. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a cool gust of surface wind swept across the balcony, brushing against my sweat-slicked face. It carried the fresh scent of open fields, ancient forests, and freedom—a stark contrast to the sulfur and blood of the abyss. ​I lay there for a few moments, letting the Volcanic Breathing Technique wash away the fatigue in my muscles, restoring my energy to its absolute peak.

“Taking me so deep. So flexible. Made for this.” She could barely speak, only broken moans and gasps. His hands pinned her thighs to his chest, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin behind her knees while he pounded into her, rhythmic, relentless, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the mirrors. “Tantric breath,” he reminded her. “In… hold… out slow. Feel every inch.” She tried, inhaling as he bottomed out, holding the breath while he ground circles against her cervix, exhaling long and shaky as he dragged back almost to the tip. The controlled breathing intensified everything: the stretch, the fullness, the building pressure low in her belly.

Darryl threw his hands in the air. “Hold it. Hold it. What are you doing?” he chuckled while shaking his head. When she looked at him with bewilderment he continued, “Do me a favor and just stand still for a minute. Just stand still and take a deep breath. Use your gut to breathe in. Fill your lungs all the way. Like this.” He took a slow, deep breath, while he demonstrated to Pam the proper way to breath. “You need to use the gut. You are using the chest. Look again.” With a look of patient determination, he demonstrated the proper method of breathing one more time. “Now you try it.”

"Focus on breathing." His instruction was firm and left little room for discussion. "Deep, even breaths." He didn't move my knee while he spoke, waiting for me to align myself with what he'd told me to do. "When I bend your knee, I want you to take a deep breath in, and then as I straighten your leg, release the breath, trying to make the exhale last through the entire movement. Time your intake and exhale with each repetition, focusing on filling your lungs. It will bring oxygen to the muscles and help with the pain."

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five

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?’