Kny Breathing Style Ideas Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened as she saw that the girl was chasing her breath, her eyes closed. “Sweety, look at me. Calm down okay? Look at me. Let’s breathe together okay?” She felt herself panicking, but didn’t try to show it in front of the girl. “C’mon. Breathe, baby girl. Inhale…” The girl looked at her and followed what she said. “Exhale…” They breathe in motion, not minding their surroundings. The little girl somehow managed to breathe even, but Klynne could still feel the tension on the small frame in front of her.

“You can’t call me that.” “I just did.” He leaned over me. “Hands on your ribs.” I lifted my hands awkwardly to my sides. “No,” he murmured, and his fingers brushed mine, positioning them lower. “Here. Feel what moves.” I tried to breathe, but it came out shallow. He noticed. “Exhale slowly through your mouth.” I obeyed, lips parting. The sound left me soft, shaky. “Again. In through the nose. Fill the ribs. Feel them expand into your palms. Slower.” He paused. “Good. And exhale.”

“Habit is our worst enemy. With wrong habits, we magnify our weaknesses and destroy our strengths. Take breathing for instance. Some Slayers breathe through their mouths when sparring, and I’m not talking about the kiai cry which accompanies a strike or a throw and serves the purpose of intimidating the enemy or psyching up the Slayer. If you observe babies and animals, you’ll find they always breathe from their stomachs and through their noses. “Getting back to the fight, I kept swiveling my head frantically to try and keep track of the Ayakashi. Because I wanted to ‘see’. I soon realized that the only thing I’d be able to perceive if I kept that up was my hammering heart and the noise of m

The posture felt obscene—offered, displayed—but I held it rigidly, muscles trembling. His heat pressed against my back, inches away. “Breathe.” I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. Air rushed in, shaky. “Slower. Deeper. Count it—four in, hold four, four out.” I forced the rhythm, chest expanding until fabric pulled taut, nipples aching. He completed the circle, stopping so close the toes of his boots nearly touched my bare feet. His scent drowned me.

“Even if you do.” He let out a broken sound. “Don’t say that.” The light surged again. The world tilted. The circle blurred. “Her breath is fading!” someone cried. Kieran pressed his mouth close to my ear. “Breathe with me. Now. In. Hold. Out. Again.” I followed him, even as the air felt thin, like it had to travel a long way to reach me. “In,” he said. I pulled it in. “Out.” I let it go.

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

Ronnie leads me to the centre of the garden and stands in front of me. There aren’t any fancy exercises. Ronnie just gestures for me to stand with my feet shoulder-width apart on the damp grass. “Let’s start with breathing,” he says, voice calm and low from the years of practice talking young wolves through first shifts. “In for four seconds, hold for three, out for four.” He counts softly. I follow, drawing air through my nose, slow and steady. Inhaling the scent of grass and soil, and faint wood smoke from one of the distant cabins. Each exhale eases a little of the tension in me.

Maybe morning. It really doesn’t matter. My head is spinning and I walk out to the patio that over looks a tree line lit by the moon and just look for gravity in any space that I can find it. The cold air is sobering. Chilling my skin and hardening my nipples to remind them what it’s like to not be caged in by the restraints of clothing that binds the females anatomy. I take a deep breath in, forcing out my exhale as fast as possible. A meditation technique to help center me. Deep natural breath in, forced fast breath out. Also known as Fire Breathing.

“Fine. Show me.” Kai moved behind me, his chest brushing my back. His hands settled lightly on my shoulders. “Breathe in slow through your nose… deep into your belly. Hold it. Then let it out even slower through your mouth. Like this.” He demonstrated, his breath warm against my ear. “Try it.” I closed my eyes and copied him. In… hold… out. It felt weird at first, but his voice stayed steady and kind. “Good. Again. Longer hold this time. You’re doing great.”

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”