Final Breath Novels & Stories

Regret—because even in my final moments, I was not enough. My last breath hitched in my chest. The bond mark seared, pulsing one final time before dimming like a dying star. Darkness closed in. The last thing I saw was Lyra’s smile, small and secret, as my world fell into silence. I don’t know how much time passed. There was no time. Only nothingness. And then— A breath tore into my lungs, sharp and painful, like surfacing from drowning. My eyes snapped open, blinded by unfamiliar light.

I passed out knowing that it is the last second of my life in this world. I know you'll miss me, you fucking world. I smiled before taking the last deep breath.

The entire room was just a blur of hazy darkness. "This isn't over yet." I yelled at them as my eyes closed in death. "Take my spirit and give me peace." I murmured taking my last breath.

I imagine forests, lakes, butterflies, and the wind. I swear I can feel the breeze against my cheeks. The blood has dried somewhat and I'm not even worried about it anymore. I could smell coffee beans and jasmine. It was wonderful. It made me feel happiness and joy. Something I honestly didn't believe I'd feel after today. As I start to slowly open my eyes, I hear a familiar voice and feel the weight lift off me. I furrow my brows and wonder who it is I can hear. At that moment I let go of everything and I sigh. Finally for the first time ever I feel peace. I don't bother opening my eyes, instead I let the darkness finally take over me completely. With nothing else and having my peace I long

" He doesn't reply, watching me take my last breath. I try not to feel disappointment as black spots fill my vision and my life begins to fade. “ Asger.“ That is the last thing I hear as I breathe my last. ~P-Lia~

She cried as her body gave out to the weakness. She took one final look at the beast and breathed her last.

The air hung unnaturally still after the man’s final breath, as though the forest itself paused in reverence or fear. Clara knelt beside his body, her fingers curling into the dirt. There was no blood, no final gasp—just a sudden, cold silence, as if something had reached out and stolen the last spark of life from him.

Since I learned, within hours of arriving, that I was collateral against a debt I had never signed for. I have been breathing shallowly for ten days. I have been taking in only as much air as I needed to stay upright, to keep my hands steady on the deeds, to meet Domenico's eyes across the dinner table without flinching. Now I breathe deep, and the air tastes like rain and ozone and the salt of my own skin, and I let it fill my lungs until my ribs ache.

Not happy endings. **************************************************

Clearly unable to comprehend what he was witnessing. Slowly, all the threads vanished into the darkness beyond the breach. And after about five seconds, the darkness beyond the breach vanished. All of it. Every single shadow, every single presence and every single waiting creature. All gone. Erased. Not driven back nor imprisoned. Just gone. The tear collapsed violently. The sky folded inward. Light exploded across the heavens. And then— Nothing. The wound was gone. The sky was whole once again. Silence spread across the world. It was deep, complete and Absolute.