Breathless Trilogy Novels & Stories

I breathed into him, my heart sinking deeper each time my lungs filled with air and his body remained unresponsive. I dragged him away from the inferno, the heat intensifying, clouds of smoke swirling around us. He was heavy, lifeless, and I struggled to position him on the ground, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. Again and again, I tried—my tears mingling with the blood soaking into the earth beneath us. Each time I leaned down to breathe life into him, all I could feel was the cold reality of death creeping closer.

BOOK 3: Chapter 54: The Edge of Madness They lay side by side, slick with sweat and breathless, limbs tangled in a fevered knot of exhaustion and something far more dangerous. The air around them feels charged—thick with the echo of what just happened, the kind of silence that doesn’t soothe but trembles like the moment after lightning. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, each inhale a fight, each exhale a staggered gasp for clarity that won’t come.

I tried to regulate my breathing, the way I’d seen the monks do in the documentaries Seraphina used to watch, but my lungs felt like they were pulling in thick, hot wool. Thump. Thump. Thump. The truck hit a series of bumps. My head cracked against the cedar lid. I tasted copper. "Stay calm," I whispered, the sound of my own voice echoing weirdly in the cramped space. "Leo. Luna. Evelyn." The names were my only anchor. But the air was thinning. Every breath felt more shallow than the last. Carbon dioxide began to build, a heavy fog in my brain that turned my thoughts into slow-motion ghosts.

"Ian, I was wrong. I'll admit to the mistake. Please let me out. I can't breathe in here. "Ian, please let me out. I'm suffocating. I could hardly breathe in here. "Ian…" While reading those unsent messages, Ian felt his vision turn black. He plopped down on the floor.

Eon’s healing energy surged, a desperate, frantic countermeasure to the violation. A sharp, ragged gasp cut through the silence. I froze, a statue in the shadows, my own breath caught in my throat. Trisha shot upright in bed, her body a rigid line of terror against the dark pillows. Her breaths came in frantic, shallow pants, the only sound in the room besides the frantic hammering of my own heart. She was a phantom in the gloom, her gaze fixed on something I couldn’t see, still lost in the wreckage of her dream.

" With that, Lucas pulled an exquisite diamond ring from his pocket, got down on one knee, and looked at me with deep affection. I extended my hand and said softly, "I will." Hearing this, Lucas's face lit up with a joyful smile. He put the diamond ring on my finger, then held me tightly. We had a lavish wedding during our travels. While traveling, I came across news about Sebastian. The news said that Sebastian had been severely injured in a business war with the Nolan family. In their retaliation, they had caused an accident that left him in a vegetative state. I looked at the news, feeling no emotion in my heart.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

This was clearly the welcome of a primary consort. I smiled a bitter smile. Yet my chest no longer ached with that sour, painful feeling. My gaze slowly grew dim and lifeless. In the empty rear courtyard, I stood in plain black clothes, completely out of place among the manor's festive cheer. In the biting cold wind, my body grew lighter and lighter, slowly turning transparent. Then I dissolved into the wind and rode it away. … In the bitter cold of that winter night, thunder suddenly crashed, and a torrential downpour began.

Dom had never felt this confused, helpless, and in psychological agony. He was holding his unconscious mate like a lifeless lump in his arms, purple-ish-pale and not breathing. He tried to focus on her heartbeat and his heart skipped a beat after initially not finding a pulse, but then he heard it, and he gave an involuntary sigh of relief. Of course, she wasn't dead, she was an immortal tribrid. This was not how she was going to die, but she wasn't breathing and wasn't awake either. His own breathing was erratic as he looked around and found no trace of what could have happened. Doing CPR wasn't the problem, her heart didn't need restarting, it was her lungs that had seemed to forget to bre

“Breathe. It’s okay. I’m here now.” Aiden struggled to breathe, his gasps shallow and erratic, but Tristan held him tighter. One hand rubbed soothing circles on Aiden's back. “Just breathe, okay?” Tristan murmured gently. “In and out, slowly. Focus on my voice. You’re okay. I’m here.” Gradually, Aiden’s breathing began to even out. The suffocating pressure on his chest eased, and the spinning chaos in his mind started to subside. “I’m sorry, Aiden… it’s my fault,” Tristan whispered, his voice heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I should’ve investigated more.”