Final Breath Novels & Stories

His body collapsed weakly forward, his forehead coming to rest gently against the outer rim of the coffin. His vision began to fracture and fade, yet his eyes remained stubbornly half-open, staring fixedly at my face. “Iris... I... love you…” He forced out those final words with agonizing difficulty, and slowly closed his eyes forever. Dead silence returned once more to the church, save for a single beam of sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows, scattering mottled patterns of light across the coffin and Kaelen’s corpse. He believed that death would mark the beginning of our reunion.

"Your friends are already dead. You have no future ahead of you. Just stop struggling and let go." His eyes find me, fiery and full of anger. He opens his mouth one last time, no doubt to call me a whore again, but this time no sound escapes his lips. Only a long wheeze, a scratchy inhale that sounds like it might hurt a lot. His eyes go impossibly wide, and with that, his body goes limp. I watch and wait as he heaves his last breath, then he's dead. Finally, I take a step back, looking at the three corpses and wondering what I'm going to do with them.

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

I heard the urgent clatter of equipment, the beep of monitors intensifying in a desperate rhythm. Then, amidst the commotion, I caught the last, final words—a doctor's voice, heavy with resignation: "I'm afraid she can't make it. Her organs are failing... internal injuries..." The words hit me like a sledgehammer, their finality echoing in the chaos around me. As the murmurs faded into a distant, surreal echo, my eyelids grew heavy. The pain and the tremors, the overwhelming exhaustion—they pulled me under. My vision blurred, and with one last, shuddering breath, my eyes sealed shut.

Tears roll down her cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “I was thinking about bald eagles.” “Bald eagles?” I raise an eyebrow. “Bald eagles make you cry?” “They used to be endangered. But they’re not anymore. They’re so majestic and beautiful and I’m just so happy they’re not endangered anymore.” I don’t mean to laugh, but dammit, she’s so fucking adorable. “Remember how you said it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to experience drunk-Quinn?”

"My lord." He breathed harder. His expressions changed with each moment: first anger, then fear, then rage. Finally, terror took over, followed by a voiceless scream that forced itself from the nape of his neck. It could only be noticed by the spray of blood and the widening of his eyes. In the end, he managed a pathetic gurgle. The air slowly left his lungs with tiny, bloody air bubbles. His breaths, shallow, further apart. With one final exhale, he was gone. I turned to The Marine and holstered my 40.

His usual chirper voice was now raspy and his breathing shallow. He turned ghost white, his eyes rolling back into his head until they are replaced with white. His smile faded and his body fell onto the ground. He exhaled on a strangled moan. I would have given anything in the world for that smile and that breath to have not been his last breath.

Eternal peace. THE END

I didn't take a breath until I made it to the bottom of the stairs and a few feet into the grass, where I grabbed hold of the old hitching post that hadn't been used in many years, and leaned over it as I took in a lungful of air. Fresh air immediately rushed in, filling my lungs and clearing his mouthwatering scent away. I took several deep breaths, not stopping until I could no longer smell him. My wolf huffed in disappointment as he receded to the back of my head, curling up like a sad puppy. When he finally receded, my head cleared, and the reality of everything that just happened came crashing down on me in an instant. “Fuck!” I cursed through a breath as I slammed my fists down onto th