Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

What’s his plan now? The ever-dutiful Ultima reminds his absent-minded master of the dire situation of the subject and only then does the half-demon react. “Are you ready to talk to me?” “I w-was a-a-always ready…” Llearth erupts into a hacking fit. The sight is oddly reminiscent, and Brandon experiences a feeling of déjà vu. While it seems like there is no end to the lesser demon’s coughing bout, Brandon knows he is still far from dying. He instructs Ultima to commence Recovery- something he has never done before.

I want to see the drama she wants to perform. "I'm in pain!!!" She screamed again. This time she coughed out blood. This got me alerted. "Keys!" I shouted. I quickly unlock the chains and she slides to the ground holding her chest. Before we know it she has start to get white. "Clinic!" Bella shouted. Since I was close, I was the one carried her. I wouldn't lie that I didn't panick. She was fine before now. How then did she suddenly turn white like someone who has been hurt since decades.

“Relax. You’re fine, just don’t panic like this. Breathe slowly.” “I c-can’t—breathe…” Shyla stammered. Greer knelt beside her and took her hand in his. “Yes, you can,” he whispered. “You just have to calm down and you’ll be fine.” Shyla closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Within minutes, her breathing slowed down. “So what else did Blade have to say?” Breed asked. Shyla grinned and asked him, “Did you really curse his father’s headstone?” Breed shrugged.

"Feel this? You're breathing. You're okay. Now follow my rhythm." I inhaled deeply again. "In... two... three..." I exhaled slowly. "...and out... two... three..." She began to mimic me, shaky at first, then steadier. Her breaths evened out little by little. "That's my girl," I whispered, brushing a tear from her cheek. "You're doing so well." Gradually, the color returned to her face. The trembling in her hands slowed. Her breathing became smoother, softer, controlled. Damian exhaled heavily beside me, running a hand over his face. For a moment, he just stared at his daughter, then at me. His usual steel composure had melted into something raw.

~Lyra~ “Damon… please…” I whispered it before I even meant to. My throat was still burning. My knees were still on the floor. My pulse was still sprinting like it didn’t know if I was dying or just barely surviving. But I said his name. Because I saw him. I saw his body shaking, shoulders pulsing beneath his shirt like his skin was tearing from the inside. His claws were still buried in Camilla’s neck, his lips curled back over his fangs, and his chest was rising in hard, heaving waves like he couldn’t catch his breath. Like he wasn’t trying to breathe at all.

Another surge hit her. This one stronger. More violent. Lyra cried out softly as her body bent forward, her hands clutching her arms as if she could physically contain whatever was happening inside her. “Make it stop!” she gasped. Darius stepped closer immediately. “Listen to me.” “I can’t—” “Yes, you can.” His voice cut through her panic. Firm. Grounding. “Focus on your breathing,” he instructed. “Slow it down.” “It hurts—” “I know.”

He can’t breathe normally, “G-Get off...” Chub’s eyes got wide. “Oh! Sorry!” She apologized and gets off immediately. After that, Zaykee kneeled on the ground while his right palm was on his heart and left palm on the surface. *Panting* Heavy breath. “Huh ha huh ha….” ‘I thought I was pressed by two people.’ he thought while recovering his breath. “Nah, it’s fine, chubs, how are you? Are you fine?” Zaykee asked the moment he regained his normal breath and looks at her.

she darted forward in an attempt to shoulder charge Rex, but squealed slightly when her momentum did not stop, but instead felt her world whir before she landed flat on her back, all of the air escaping her lungs. “Trust me,” Rex said, breathing loudly, as he leapt onto Dilo’s downed form and pressed his sword point against her throat to signal a win, “If not for my incredible healing, I think I would’ve lost long ago from blood loss.” Inhaling deeply to regain her breath, Dilo growled out, “So you admit you lost?” “Coming from the one with a sword pressed to her throat?” Rex replied, raising one eyebrow. “So we can say a draw then?” Dilo replied.

Adom just continues to try and drag in breath after breath unsuccessfully, starting to feel lightheaded. "Okay. You're hyperventilating. Try to take deep breaths" Alexander tries to demonstrate by taking exaggerated breaths in and out. Adom is too panicked to listen properly; his chest doesn't ache as much but he can't seem to catch his breath. Alexander grabs Adom face and tries to catch his eyes. "Look at me," Alexander caresses his cheek with a thumb, tender and easy. "Look at me," He repeats and Adom looks, as if the voice had commanded him to. "Follow me," Alexander inhales, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out and then repeating. Adom copies him until his breathing evens

“We already know how to get through this, right? Front crawl breathing, come on.” I went through the motions, my breathing slowing progressively. I let Aaron take my hand, stroking the back of it with his hand. When I regained control of my breath once more, he offered me his water. Part of me hated the idea that the shewolf doting on him was benefitting me now, too. But the water was also surprisingly soothing. When I was done with it, Colby took the glass out of my hands so I could focus on breathing. I heaved a deeper, slower breath, looking both Colby and Aaron in the eye. “Thank you,” I said. Then the doors burst open again. And Dominic walked through.