Every Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

She couldn't call anyone at the moment,she didn't want to trouble anyone in the first place,she knew her time is near after all. It's all over now,she give her last breath. T.B.C

It just needed the courage to keep breathing. ​"Rule 38," I whispered into the silence, one last time for the ghosts of our fathers. ​"The end of the book is where the life begins."

It was a witness to the void, and for the first time in my life, my disability was the only thing keeping me upright in a world where everyone else was suffocating. "Mommy... I can't... find the... wind..." Leo’s voice was a ghostly thread. He was slumped in my right arm, his sapphire eyes wide and glassy, the gold flecks in his irises swirling like dying embers. His stuffy, nasal breath had turned into a wet, desperate whistle as his lungs began to fail. He was Worldless, and now, he was Breathless. "Stay still, Leo," I rasped, the words feeling like shards of flint being dragged out of my throat.

“Please—somebody—” Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. The smoke filled her lungs, clawing at her chest until every breath felt like knives. Her body trembled violently, her strength fading with every cough. “Please…” she whispered one last time, voice cracking. Her knees buckled. She hit the floor, her cheek pressing against the cold concrete. The world dimmed around her, the crackle of fire turning distant, muffled — almost like a lullaby. And then, there was nothing.

Ironically, because of her unwavering belief that it was real, the panic of this chance slipping through her fingers like sand in an hourglass drove her closer to the edge of insanity. Running recklessly deeper into the forest with only intuition to guide her, she didn't realise when his name that was gushing out from her heart had overflowed past her lips. She had been so focused on finding him that she remained utterly oblivious to how ragged and disorderly her breathing had become, resulting in her violent coughing and wheezing. As her intake of oxygen couldn't keep up with how much her body was burning, Aria's mind sunk deeper into chaos and despair.

They don’t care who you are—only whether you can survive. As I run, the bond ache flares low in my abdomen, a cruel reminder of what I can never have. What I should never risk again. Never. I don’t slow until the sounds of pursuit fade, until my lungs burn and the moon climbs higher, watching me with that same fractured gaze. I lean against a tree, pressing my forehead to the bark, breathing hard. “That was the last time,” I lie to the dark. The forest answers with silence. Then—something else.

“She is the first version of you.” Emma stared at her. The girl smiled. “I was the first.” Emma shook her head. “No. You said she was supposed to be dead.” Michael's voice trembled. “She was.” The little girl laughed softly. “I was.” Emma looked confused. “How can you be alive?” The girl walked toward her. “I'm not.” Emma stepped backward. “What?” The girl pointed toward Emma's chest. “I'm inside you.” Emma's breathing stopped. Suddenly, pain shot through her chest.

Yes, with circumstances like this, we would soon face Him. My eyes began to blur, which made me even more certain that today was the last time I was allowed to breathe. I have to let go. Even if I can't save Axe, at least I'll be gone with him. I slowly closed my eyes feeling the tightness that continued to suffocate. It's only a matter of time, then my history is over. One. Two. Three. I should have been out of breath being strangled so tightly, but suddenly the air supply competed to fill my chest cavity. My lips instantly opened wide to take in as much oxygen as possible. My eyes blinked several times trying to realize the current situation.

I watched his chest rise and fall as his breathing began to grow shallower, and knew that he would be taking his last breath within the next few seconds. I chuckled to myself, feeling even just a little victorious. If this would be the end of my life, at least I took a monster out of this world with me. The guards grip tightened around my neck at my laugh, and I involuntarily reached to try and pry them off. Failing as my entire body was weakened from being beaten into the ground. The guard laughed at my attempt, the sound revolting as it came from his thin lips, and squeezed my throat even tighter. I tried to suck in one last breath as my air supply was cut off, and my vision began to blur.

Silver energy arced through the air like broken glass a s the ground cracked beneath my feet. I took a great, trembling, last breath. Then— Everything turned white.