All Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

The sides of his ribs. The dimples at his lower back. The tender inside of his thigh, where the welts don’t reach. He’s breathing differently within five minutes. Not the hard, knife-edge breathing of the bench. The slow tidal breathing of a body that knows what’s coming and has decided to be patient. I don’t get this breathing from him often. "Can you roll over?" He gives me a scowl that says Of course I can. He winces as he does it and I pretend not to notice.

Veronica's POV: Theo rubbed his temples lightly. “I feel like I’m getting a migraine,” he murmured. “I should probably go do my pranayama.” “Prana… what?” I blinked, tilting my head in curiosity. He smiled faintly. “Pranayama. It’s a form of yoga—breathing exercises. I’ve been doing it for years.” He hesitated, his tone softening. “Actually… I’ve been deeply involved in it for a long time. Since I was a teenager, really.”

His confusion. Sometimes it surges so violently that my hands tremble. Tonight it is steadier. I inhale slowly through my nose. The air smells like mildew and iron. Exhale through my mouth. I picture a circle of light around me just enough to separate myself from the stone, from the darkness, from the despair that seeps into everything down here. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. The technique works best when I let go of resistance. When I stop fighting the cell.

Amelia Grace’s nervous system was ready for the next stage. She knelt beside Amelia, placing her palms gently above her head. Today was not about coaxing the dormant mind, it was about inviting the body to follow. She began with controlled, slow breathing exercises, her own chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm, drawing Amelia’s diaphragm into the same cadence. She whispered soft, tonal phrases, rhythms designed not as words but as signals to prime motor pathways.

“Habit is our worst enemy. With wrong habits, we magnify our weaknesses and destroy our strengths. Take breathing for instance. Some Slayers breathe through their mouths when sparring, and I’m not talking about the kiai cry which accompanies a strike or a throw and serves the purpose of intimidating the enemy or psyching up the Slayer. If you observe babies and animals, you’ll find they always breathe from their stomachs and through their noses. “Getting back to the fight, I kept swiveling my head frantically to try and keep track of the Ayakashi. Because I wanted to ‘see’. I soon realized that the only thing I’d be able to perceive if I kept that up was my hammering heart and the noise of m

“Cole, I know you just met me so there is no trust but I need you to follow my directions exactly. I’m going to coach you through a breathing technique that will help you to relax. As you relax you will feel me easing up on your arms.” I nod my head, agreeing to his offer as I’m completely lost and out of control. “First I want you to take a quick but deep breath in then just as quickly push it out. Just throw it away. I want three of these. Then I’ll move to three much slower ones. Ready.” I nod to show I understand his instructions. “All right, in quick, now throw it away.” I follow his lead and take a quick sharp breath before letting it out almost as quickly. It’s as I’m breathing in on

15 Hayden A few hours ago A small grunt escaped my throat as I pushed the heavy weights from my body, focusing on my breathing despite the heavy soreness of my arms. One more round, and I am done. Just one more. Breathing deep through my nose and slowly pulling the heavy weights down to my chest. Holding them there for two more seconds, I pushed, exhaling through my nose and keeping the bar on the rack. I sighed, taking the face towel and wiping the sweat off my brows.

I just hope I haven't pissed her off too much. She's been avoiding me all week. I haven't been able to talk to her at all. It's starting to frustrate. After my wolf run, I decide to hit the training room. I'm not a massive fighter, like other Alphas, but I rather like more disciplined styles of fighting. I also like using techniques that center me. Ground my wolf. I focus on my breathing as I raise my arms parallel to each out. I bend my knees with legs spread wide. I twist them into a lunge as my arms come slowly down to the side.

She demonstrated the technique. When he inhaled, there was a hitch in his breathing that she wasn’t sure the source of—whether it was his exercise routine, or something more personal that she shouldn’t contemplate. “Now, hold it for a moment and exhale through your mouth.” He did as she asked, and the first breath was just what she had described. Unfortunately, either he wasn’t paying attention, or he was just trying to push her buttons, because his breath soon changed to pants. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to breathe, give birth, or you’re having a panic attack. Whatever you’re doing, it’s not what I told you.”

Bare footed and lacking a top, Heather laid on the bed to the left of the room, eyes closed, taking calming breaths, her chest rising and falling as she took deeper breaths than the last whenever she released the first. She says it's a stress relief technique and I won't argue with her but I know that method just never clicked with me for cl some reason. Every time I try taking calming breaths, things I would rather be doing than sitting and breathing comes to mind and I just stop trying and go dp that instead. My legs and arms spread in eagle pose, facing heavenwards, the intricate designs of the ceiling is the only thing that looks interesting. My shoulder bag, placed messily beside m