Beast Breathing Novels & Stories

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

God, please let him do anything to me except kick my stomach. "Rose was six She had a dream, a nice one. She wanted to dance in front of a large crowd, and then spend her nights feeding and playing with her cats. She couldn't kill a fly, she screamed when she saw an ant, and immediately fell sick when she saw a dead animal. When her mama fell sick, she looked up to me with her green eyes and asked if she could be sick in place of mama." I sob. Each gasp for air was a desperate plea for solace, a heart-wrenching symphony of pain and sorrow. Tears streamed down my face as if the weight of the world had settled upon my fragile shoulders.

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th

My eyes go wide and even the hairs on my body stands up with goosebumps and fear. "BAHM!" I yell, rushing over to him and ignoring the restriction on my lungs. He had black veins all over his body and even some black liquids leaking out of his mouth. Holding his head up from the ground and onto my lap, I ask him what's wrong. His eyes kept closing and his head kept swaying left and right. "Poi.... Poi... Son," He wheezes on my lap, but his body wasn't even moving. He was limp, only moving his head and eyes.

, Beau asked her through the mind link. "Sure... for now. But we shall do not play this stupid mind game again" Beau pursed his lips to prevent Hana notice his smile. He pulled his stool close to Nabi and continued pursing probably controlling himself this time. Though, his seat moved towards Nabi, his body seemed to stretch back. His face resembled a statue and was evident that he was controlling his breath. The nerves on his neck were swollen and his fingers were shoving into his thighs. "From my knowledge, vampires don't need to breath, I thought that vampires could also stop their breath for a longer time. But in reality, I don't think so. Beau, if there is a problem, please tell me, so

Mу еуеѕ are drаwn tо it as I wаtсh hіѕ сhеѕt mоvе uр аnd dоwn rhуthmісаllу with his breath. I find my own brеаthіng starts tо deepen, fаllіng into synchronization wіth hіѕ. This іѕ crazy. Onе of uѕ has to say ѕоmеthіng ѕооn, but іt’ѕ nоt going tо bе me.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

Felix stood closest to the humidifier and had therefore inhaled the greatest amount of the poisonous silver mist. His legs turned to jelly as he collapsed to the floor on his knees with a loud thud. It hurt even just listening to the blood-sickening crack. The steak knife fell from his hands as he clutched his throat in agony and violently coughed up blood clots. He then raised his head to look at me, the skin on his face peeling away bit by bit, revealing the red muscle fibres underneath.

Adom just continues to try and drag in breath after breath unsuccessfully, starting to feel lightheaded. "Okay. You're hyperventilating. Try to take deep breaths" Alexander tries to demonstrate by taking exaggerated breaths in and out. Adom is too panicked to listen properly; his chest doesn't ache as much but he can't seem to catch his breath. Alexander grabs Adom face and tries to catch his eyes. "Look at me," Alexander caresses his cheek with a thumb, tender and easy. "Look at me," He repeats and Adom looks, as if the voice had commanded him to. "Follow me," Alexander inhales, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out and then repeating. Adom copies him until his breathing evens

It made things even worse than it was supposed to. “Move… move… breath… can’t… move…” Her chest rose and fell, trying very hard to obtain the oxygen that she needed so much. “Move… breath… move…” Her hand chased them again. “Lord!” Luckily, Apis’s voice penetrated her ears. “... breath… breath…” Busaba wheezed in and out. “Move, move. Give space to the lord.” At her hazy eyes, she watched Apis drive out the ugly summonings away from Busaba. Only then her breathing was smoothing out, although it wasn’t as smooth as before. She still couldn’t breathe properly.