Novel & Cerita Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer

he triumphantly declared as I started to breathe after he assured me he won’t reject me. You have no idea how relieved my wolf and dragon felt. “Now hold your breath for five. Yessss baby girl. Now exhale slowly for seven seconds,” he instructed in his sing song voice which soothed my nerves immediately. “Now repeat with me again, princess. Inhale ….” The agonizing pain in my body was long gone now while my hiccups too stopped as Jax helped me concentrate on my breathing and soon enough even my breathing had gone back to normal.

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.

Upon seeing this, Leona's and Faye's expressions shifted, and concern began to dawn on their faces. Ashton, on the other hand, seemed as calm as ever. As he rapidly circulated the Cosmic Breathing Technique, his Drakeborne lineage surged through his body and healed his injuries as quickly as possible. Since they couldn't break through the barrier, he would simply use this time to recover. As he analyzed his condition, a flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes. After repeatedly pushing through his limits in life-or-death matches, his shackles had finally begun to loosen once more. This was his chance to break into the divine realm!

Now, when I looked into it, I saw only stars. I knelt beside the water and whispered, “It’s over.” The reflection rippled once—just once—and then stilled. I knew he could still see us through the world, but he couldn’t touch us. Not through dreams. Not through fear. Damon’s mind was his own now. The next morning, Lucas found us in the garden. Damon was practicing his breathing again, golden sparks flickering gently from his hands without burning the grass. “He’s in control,” Lucas said quietly, awe threading through his usually stern tone.

“On your knees.” I can see him do battle with himself, fighting against my order, and ultimately, Callum wins, but he goes down on his knees regardless and bows his head. “Like this?” No. Fuck. I groan and try again, using more force this time. “Stop breathing.” The super soldier inhales, and can’t exhale again. I watch him turn pink, then red, crimon, and finally a shade of purple-blue. He starts to claw at his throat, his eyes bugging out of his skull.

“Sloooow. In and out … don’t try and fight against yourself. Stop gasping and try to aim for one inhale. Listen to my voice. Just focus on me and not everything going on inside your head.” Emma’s voice is around me. “Can’t … love…” I struggle to formulate my feelings, reverting to another bout of struggling gasps to fill my lungs again. “Don’t talk … breathe and try to calm yourself. It’s going to be okay, Liv. You’re going to be okay. It will pass.” Her serene and grounding voice is all that’s holding me steady as the haze lifts with more oxygen in my lungs. I realize I am kneeling forward with my face on the floor, and her body is half wrapped around me protectively. Seeing the gray marble

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My eyes flick up, meeting Dante’s across the barrier of Damon’s broad shoulders. “Damon, ease up,” Dante says in a quiet, composed voice. Damon lets out a low growl, his body visibly tense. For a moment, I think he might ignore the plea. But then he takes a step back. The shift is small, but it’s enough to let the air flow again. The pressure lifts from my chest, and I suck in a sharp breath. My lungs expand as if I’ve surfaced from beneath the water, and my legs finally hold steady beneath me. I straighten, struggling to recover my balance, both physical and emotional.

But I don’t have the words to answer her. “Good,” she encourages me. “Now slower. Concentrate on forcing your breath to slow down. Rid your mind of all the emotions that released the power.” At first, all I can manage is to take quick, ragged breaths. But then I close my eyes, ignoring all the blood and carnage on the battlefield below, and start forcing each breath to slow, one at a time, until I can speak again. “It’s working,” I tell her. But I still have the lightning shooting out of my fingers, though it’s thinning out.

His heart is beating even slower. I tilt his head back to give me more access, and I blow more air into his mouth. I don’t stop, I keep breathing into his mouth. Come on! Breathe! You goddamn omega!. Fucking breathe Sorahiko!. He’s not breathing. I don’t let up. Inhale. Exhale. Push. Not until he takes in that first shaky breath. Not until he starts breathing by himself, albeit shakily. At least he’s breathing. I pick him up gently, cradling the back of his head in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sorahiko so silent. It’s unnerving.