Calming Stories Novels & Stories

“For the sake of your babies, you need to calm your voice and your movements. Your anxiety is only adding to their pain.” I place a hand on my oldest daughter, Cosima, who is a universal dragon like myself. Humming, I pet her between her nubby little horns, rubbing my fingers down her scaled spine. Her breathing starts to calm with my touch, her screams slowly fading into a whimper. Soon her siblings are quiet as well, the only sound in the room is their ragged breathing as they struggle between forms, neither dragonkin nor lizard. Once they are all soundly sleeping and calm, I turn to the healers.

She poured herself a glass of water and took a slow sip, trying to calm the panic and anxiety in her chest. She used to love dogs. But five years ago, on a stormy night when the power went out, Matteo had come down with a high fever. She ran out into the rain to find help. A neighbor's guard dog had chased her the whole way, tearing a chunk of flesh from her calf. Despite the pain, she forced herself to bring a doctor back. Only after confirming that Matteo was safe did she finally take care of her own injury. Since then, she had developed a deep fear of dogs. However, to keep him from worrying, she had never told him about it.

Fear invades me and the wolves look at me worried when they see how the machines start to sound. Again, I remind myself that my babies are my priority and therefore, I focus on calming down even though it costs me a lot. “Rain, it's not going to catch up with us. Calm down a little, please.” Mikhail says over the plane's communicator. I close my eyes taking a deep breath, while I caress my belly so that the movement of my babies is what calms me down. But, the smell of Lake prevents me from calming down even though the plane is moving fast.

she said, patting the spot next to her. Alice settled back down, tucking her legs up beneath her as she leaned in, her eyes alight with curiosity. “Can I tell you another story?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet. Carmen nodded eagerly, grateful for the distraction. As Alice spun another tale, the sound of her voice seemed to wrap around Carmen like a comforting blanket. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the story and forget, if only for a little while, about her own problems.

Feeling relieved, Lyca hears someone calling her name and telling her to stay still, assuring her that everythi ng will be alright. Gradually, the pain subsides, and she starts to drift back into a deep slumber.

He’s still in his khaki shorts and sweatshirt when he laid down beside me. I shook my head at him. “Not anymore; your cushion here is so comforting.” It’s true. I don’t even remember now that I am scared in the darkness, and it is only just because he’s beside me. He smiled. “Good to hear about it.” Then the silence came. No one talks. The only thing that can be heard is our breathing, and take note that I am breathing heavily right now. Not because I am scared or what, but because I am really trying hard to fight against my lust.

I suddenly felt something stem from within me again, the tip of my fingers burned with something I didn’t know. “Calm him down. You can do it.“ My wolf said in my head, making me frown a bit. “How do I do it?” I asked her. “Just stretch out your hand towards him, and envision him being calm.” I did just like she said, imagining him being calm just like I wanted him to. The moment I did that, the hot sensation at the tip of my fingers almost disappeared completely. It seized just like that. But Killian on the other hand has changed, his slumped shoulder and crestfallen face went back to normal.

I needed to read and find out more so that I didn't seem like a novice anytime I opened my mouth. River placed his hands on my shoulders urging me to relax and although his hand there was distracting it had nothing on Cillian or Killian's touch so I was good. "Close your eyes." My eyes fell shut. "Good now take a deep breath and let it out slowly." I did as he asked, inhaling deeply. "Continue to do this while emptying your mind of your thoughts, your worries and just listen. To my voice, to the sound of the wind, to the animals moving in the forest."

Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel, of nighttime adventures and endless dreams, of love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcended the ordinary. As she penned the final lines of the story, a sense of peace settled within Mama Hazel. The power of storytelling had once again worked its magic, not only in Theo's dreams but also in her own heart, reaffirming the timeless truth that the greatest stories are those written with love, shared with joy, and woven into the fabric of our lives.

I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind. But my thoughts kept racing, and I couldn’t seem to quiet them. I was still scared for my baby. I could feel my anxiety rising, and I knew I needed to find a way to calm down. I decided to try a breathing exercise I had learned in therapy. I took a deep breath, counting to four. Then I held it for four seconds. Finally, I breathed out for four seconds. I kept repeating the cycle, focusing on my breathing. After a few minutes, I started to feel calmer, and my mind began to quiet. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. And for the first time since I heard the news of my disease, I felt a sense of peace.