Novel & Cerita Beast Breathing

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

The beast’s gaze was intense, piercing through me, and I felt a strange connection to it, as if it were trying to communicate something important. It didn’t move, just stared at me, as if waiting for something. I wanted to ask so many questions, like why there was a connection between us, and what we were doing here, but my voice wouldn’t come. My throat felt tight, and my mouth refused to form words. The beast tilted its head slightly, its eyes never leaving mine. Then, with a grace that belied its size, it began to circle me, its movements fluid and silent.

Once it was running, its five internal organs were vibrating and resonating, and the energy of the Stardew Fruit was absorbed quickly, unlike before, when it rampaged in its stomach without restraint. "Ah… how comfortable!" Pigsy opened its mouth and made an extremely obscene sound. It was a strange sound indeed. "My dear master, may I ask what kind of breathing technique is this? May I praise you some?" Pigsy asked without modesty, treating flattery as the greatest pursuit in life, rendering Alex a moment of speechlessness. "You can call it the Old Bull Breathing Technique," the Mystic Maiden said. "Old Bull..." Pigsy wanted to vomit.

A soft gasp escapes my lips at the gory sight, something squeezing my chest tightly. With a bated breath, I inch towards the beast, gently crouching by it's side when I'm close enough. It's breathing is shallow, and it seems unconscious. I reach out to inspect the gaping wound by its side and it's ears flicker, a low groan of pain rumbling in it's throat. But it doesn't open it's eyes.

After they had crossed the mountain, the boy suddenly asked, "What type of breathing method is best for the Elixir of Life?" The old man laughed and said, "There are five elements in breathing, and the Elixir of Life belongs to the wood element, so you must use a wood element breathing method. Wood element methods emphasize deep inhalation and exhalation, with each breath taken with full effort. It's like a towering tree trying to root itself in the rocks while vigorously growing its branches and leaves toward the sky!"

Great gusts of wind that moved the tendrils of hair at my nape. My lungs began to burn for air. Go away, go away, go away. It sniffed my hair, gently nudged my abdomen. After a few horrifying seconds, it lay its massive head against my back. The extra pressure on my lungs had me gasping for air. Choking and wheezing, I tried to inhale. The weight lifted from my back, allowing me to breathe a little more normally. The beast nudged me again. This time it felt like it wanted something from me.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

he whispers. "I know," I soothe him, and I begin to rub my hand up and down his side in a slow, rhythmic motion. "Focus on my breathing. Take a breath when I do, and let it out when I do. We are going to pace through the pain." I exaggerate my breathing so he can feel my chest rise and fall against his back. Beau tries to match my rhythm. His first few breaths are jagged and uneven, but he slowly falls into sync with me.