Oblivion Water Breathing Novels & Stories

The transition from "Data" to "Dust" was a physical agony that no simulation could have prepared them for. In the "Sovereign-Logic," a wound was a flickering red texture, a temporary drop in a "Health-Bar." Here, on the jagged coastline of the Dead Earth, Elara felt the raw, unbuffered scream of her own nerve endings. Every breath of the thin, freezing air felt like swallowing shards of glass. Her lungs, dormant for a millennium, burned with the desperate, rhythmic labor of staying alive.

She had been a Faith, after all. Bubbles rose from the stone and hit me. I swatted at them since they were pushing me toward the surface. I choked in my actions to stay underwater, and my lungs screamed at me when I took a watery breath. I coughed out the water, then took another breath. My eyes bulged when I clawed at my throat and understood I would drown. So many bubbles formed that they eventually engulfed me, and the underwater weightlessness I felt disappeared, making my body fall inside the small air dome. I stayed on all fours, spewing out the liquid from my mouth while tasting the metal tang of blood. I then rolled on my back with my eyes closed, catching my breath and spitting out

She breathed. Lorissa used her powers to clear the water from where they were. "I told you you were a siren." Luciana nodded, disbelief filled her eyes. Even though she entered the water, expecting that to happen, it was still unbelievable when it actually did. She who had been an ordinary human her entire life could now breath under water. She would have spent the whole day wondering about it if she didn't have a mission to fulfill. Raziel was still in danger, and that was her ultimate concern.

Diving to the nearest base level, Bjorn hastened toward the docks. A crackle in the morning breeze flowed through the air. Another storm was near. Citizens clustered under shelters, taking cover from what could come. Massive long-sloped loading ramps descended in a spiral wave toward the outer edges of Kabutar. Hand trimmed by the city’s best carp-masters, the buoyant Oxygen Infused tube-vines could have taken any shape necessary, but the lower ramp’s design encouraged walking rather than floating. According to Bjorn’s father, Below’s air pressure made it impossible for Airbornes to hold aloft by pectoral alone. Thus, he needed to practice walking on unaided leg muscles.

My chest aches as my lungs cry for oxygen, my arms too heavy to lift and my legs unwilling to listen to my commands. So I focus on my breathing. In through my nose, out through my mouth and repeat. My lycan is nowhere to be found, hiding away as he rests from probably saving me. How I can’t remember, all I know is one minute I was fighting for my damn life in the water and the next I am where the air is damp and musty but it’s oxygen so I don’t really give a shit how it smells. It feels like heaven in my lungs.

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

The image shatters, but the venom *reacts*. --- The forest dissolves. Frostbite and pine resin vanish, replaced by saltwater burning our lungs as we're dragged into a submerged necropolis. Crumbling towers loom through the murk, barnacles and bioluminescent algae pulsing like a dying heartbeat. Eden thrashes, bubbles streaming from his lips-his void-scars, once a lifeline underwater, now dormant. I grab his wrist, the storm in my blood igniting, and kick toward a jagged spire breaching the surface.

I hope it's painless. I felt the burning ice-cold water fill our lungs when Rain could no longer hold his breath. He fought against the painful sensation. The urge to cough the water out was strong, but we couldn't. The urge for air was dire, but it wasn't there. It was more grueling than I thought it would be. Your body fights to stay alive, fights to breathe, but there's nothing to breathe but water…

he bellows, his voice echoing ominously above the surface of the water. He hoists me up, breaking the surface and allowing me to gulp in precious air. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the crisp, refreshing oxygen, and with each breath, I slowly reclaim my composure, feeling the familiar strength surge back within me. "I'm not like most men." I choke out, the cool water cascading around me, soaking my top, leaving a lasting chill across my skin.

The hand gripping my throat was colder than ice, but its touch sent a powerful electric surge down my spine. Breathing beneath that blood-red water should have been impossible, yet to my shock, my lungs had filled with the blue gas, creating a substitute for air. I wasn't drowning; I was sinking into an infinite void where gravity ceased to exist. ​The silhouette from the coffin dragged me deeper. As we descended, the water turned from red to a dark, bruised purple. Suddenly, my feet hit solid ground. As the mist cleared, my eyes widened. Beneath the pond lay another world entirely!