Beast Breathing Novels & Stories

Jaden looks at me; the beast looks at me. I have no idea what the plan is. My heart is beating too fast. I breathe out through my mouth. Go with the flow. I memorize the beast's pattern, knowing I have to do the opposite to win. The beast scrapes its feet against the ground, beats its hands on its chest, roars, and runs toward us at high speed. I don't know if it's the shock that keeps us both rooted in the spot watching this truck-sized killing machine head our way without moving or if it's the sheer confusion of the moment.

We've done this hundreds of times with the younger warriors. I place my legs in front of me, bending my knees slightly, willing myself to stay calm. "Something isn't right. We need time to discover what is going on. Beast wants her dead. It wouldn't be as strange if it stopped there. He acts jealous when anyone else is around her and he in turn wants that person dead. It's not mating, but I don't know what the hell it is." Beck breathes steadily allowing me to match my breaths to his as we slow our heartrates even more. "Has this happened before?" he asks after a few minutes.

We've done this hundreds of times with the younger warriors. I place my legs in front of me, bending my knees slightly, willing myself to stay calm. "Something isn't right. We need time to discover what is going on. Beast wants her dead. It wouldn't be as strange if it stopped there. He acts jealous when anyone else is around her and he in turn wants that person dead. It's not mating, but I don't know what the hell it is." Beck breathes steadily allowing me to match my breaths to his as we slow our heartrates even more. "Has this happened before?" he asks after a few minutes.

Lava breathing boar is a fire type beast and its offense usually focuses on pure brute force. Despite having a stout body, its agility is a force to be reckoned with. That is why the best way to battle it is to slow it down. Thus when Nike, started to plan hunting the beast, he practice casting the spell for conjuring frost bomb which is an ice type explosive. Once the frost bomb impaled its target, it will gradually form frost all over the affected area. But the downside of this spell is that it does not have any damaging effect. It will just slow down or halt the movement of its target as it will become frozen. But once the ice melted, the target can recover from it easily. Just like what

Mark is officially the ex-communicando. Just then, Owen's began to gasp for air. Owen's started gasping for air the more, his breath sawing painfully in his lungs. Mark immediately introduced the breathing apparatus to his breathing organ but all to no avail. Owen's started to vibrate on the bed, gasping the more like he was underwater.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

“Why is it hiccuping? Should it be hiccuping? Is that normal? Oh my god—” He stared at me, then down at my bump, and then—he laughed. I gasped. “Alex, don’t laugh! What if something’s wrong?!” He kissed my forehead, still chuckling. “Baby, it’s fine. Totally normal. Bean’s just practicing. Getting strong.” But my lip trembled, tears welling up. “What if it’s not? What if it means something’s wrong with its lungs, or—or it’s choking, or—” He tilted my chin up, his grin softening into something tender. “Saesha. Breathe. The bean is fine. Our bean is strong, just like its mama. Probably just annoyed that papa’s in the kitchen instead of cuddling.”

As my soul began to fade, becoming more and more translucent, Zach reached out into the thin air, almost as if in a trance. "Joey, was it this painful… before you died? Joey, I avenged you," he murmured. Then, a sudden flash of lights flickered behind him, and the shrill wail of sirens sliced through the night. Without a second thought, Zach jumped into the bear enclosure.

They rolled him around until he sat on the floor, his whole body trembling from head to foot. The man—if he could be called that—was filthy, his clothes shredded and caked in dirt. His skin was too pale, almost translucent in the evening glow, and veins spiderwebbed sickly beneath it. His pupils were blown wide, giving him a feral, half-crazed look. I sniffed again and sure enough, I could sense the human... but there was something else. Something twisted and rotten like death and dark magic. It made me even tenser. “What the hell is he?” muttered Jorah, one of the Gamma’s beside me.

He was breathing heavily. And amidst the darkness, he wept – mourning the possibility of his hopelessness and feeling his heart’s brokenness. *** POV: Someone Meanwhile, in the middle of nowhere, someone could feel the fast beating of her heart. It was pounding so hard that it wanted to escape and break her ribs. Blood started to escape from her mouth as she coughed. She bent like a baby as she hugged her knees – hoping to ease the pain. She opened her mouth, but it was becoming impossible for any word to form from her mouth.