Oblivion Water Breathing Novels & Stories

on the floor, her fingers were instantly covered by water. She stayed like that for a moment, but nothing change. She felt frustrated and sighed. The air from her lips made ripples into the water. She heard it more then she saw it, but she did indeed see something. In the vast darkness something was indeed there. She moved her head closer and blew again and the speck of light grew, only a fraction, but there was something. Layla closed her eyes and held her breath as she brought her face down into the water. She opened her eyes, only to find herself in a see of darkness. She saw in the pool of water surrounding her completely. She didn’t know which way was up or down, the panic of it all co

He quickly pulled him upwards for a quick draw of oxygen since werewolves could breath and see comfortably in water—except for vampire hybrids whose skin aren't compatible with salty water. Alex heard a sudden splash as Harry ducked into the water. “I think we've been caught”, Harry spoke into his mind link, as he puffed his cheeks to prolong his sustainance under water. “Our eyes met”, he continued. “If you can retain your breath till we arrive at the shore, stay below. We're approaching the land”, Alex advised. They continued, toiling below water level to avoid excessive ripples till a smaking explosion deafened their hearing at the surface.

Jim replied with a nod. For a moment, Tyr fell silent as his mind was a mess. He patted Jim heavily on the shoulder while saying, “Anyway, I’m counting on you! I will fly abroad to get the fourth book. I’ll be back before you know it.” “Got it. If I need to start working on breaking through the formation, I’ll need one more thing,” Jim requested. “What is it?” Tyr asked. “We are Demigods, but we can’t stay at the bottom of the river for a long time like fish unless we find a special cultivation technique that allows us to hold our breaths underwater for a long time,” Jim stated.

Sinking below the water's surface, he kept his eyes open, watching the outside world ripple in place, his head sinking below the water's surface, exchanging the cold, harsh reality of air for the warm, quiet tomb of water. Naia, he thought, sending his heart into the universe. Please come back to me. Letting his breath out was the easy part. The bubbles rose from his mouth, dancing in circles on their way to the surface. Sinking to the bottom, he forced the air from his lungs, ready to take a huge step forward into the unknown. He had no idea where he was going, but he did know one thing. He could no longer live without them. He drew water into his lungs, fire filling his chest. The world ar

-VALEN'S POV- Paddling down the cold salty brine as it engulfed me, I continued into the deep as the blue darkened. The yellow light which had previously vanished, sprung again as a guiding lane to the bottom of the ocean. Using my powers, I formed an invisible air bubble to divide me from the embracing water’s crushing currents. Although my clothes were already soaked, I determined this was the solution to get to the ocean floor without breathing complications. I glided moderately as I made the descent.

I need to breathe. I explode from the water, spraying droplets everywhere. I fill my lungs with the sweet, life-giving air. The pleasure boat I fell from is close, but it's not getting closer. I fight the panic rising up in my chest. A ringing in my ears starts. My chest feels like it's on fire and about to explode. My breath comes out in a rush, replacing the life-giving oxygen with heavy water. As I see the bubbles rise, I know I'm done for my lungs to burn. I clamped my mouth shut to try to kick my legs. The urge to breathe is unbearable. My chest's going to explode. No No...

Gold was overwritten. Not replaced. Erased. The deep-sea anomaly reactivated. Reality failed to remain stable. Water appeared where no water existed. Not outside. Inside perception. It filled her airway. Her lungs. Her reflex system contradicted itself—breathing and drowning becoming the same function. Impossible to separate. Vivienne’s head snapped back. Her neck tightened violently. Veins surfaced beneath pale skin under red emergency light. Her temperature dropped fast. Too fast. Blood stalled. Then stopped entirely.

“When I hit the water, I’m going to send a signal through the Box. Use it to restart the engines. Get the Sky-Whale out of the trench. Take the people and go back to the Hub.” ​“And you?” Silas asked, his voice cracking. ​“I’ll find you,” I promised, though I didn’t know if it was a lie. ​I hit the manual release. ​The water didn’t crash in; it welcomed me. I was pulled out into the dark indigo deep, the pressure enveloping me like a cold embrace. I didn’t need to breathe; the turquoise light on my skin was extracting oxygen directly from the brine. ​I swam downward, a streak of iridescent light in the dark. The jellyfish-gardeners didn’t attack me; they swirled around me in a protective spi

The water dragged Lyra under like a thousand grasping hands, churning her body through the frothing chaos of Devil's Throat. She twisted and kicked, lungs burning as the current battered her against rocks that scraped her skin raw. Bubbles exploded from her mouth in a silent scream, her violet eyes wide in the murky depths. The severed bond pulsed with phantom pain, but that inner fire flared hotter, wrapping around her like a shield. It dulled the edges of the cold, pushed oxygen into her starving cells just long enough.