Shadow Breathing Novels & Stories

“Soft limits between Shadow and I are more nuanced. He likes a bit of humiliation, but not too much, a bit of pain and discomfort, but not too much. So spanking, paddling, whipping, and other such toys are in for him, with limits.” “I guessed as much from the posture,” Raven observed. “So is limited breath play.” “Breath play,” Raven remember the woman bound to table and the two Dommes standing like something out of a horror movie at her head. “Yeah, I’m thinking that’s no for me.” “For Shadow, it means he does not mind constricting masks, postures such as this one, where his breathing is impacted, and certain restraints that place mild pressure on the airways.” Raven tried to imagine it. “I

I panted, out of breath from running. “A shadow wraith doesn't have an actual body, they move in the shadows. Their one weakness is that they cannot handle light. If you can find a place without shadows, we'll be safe until we come up with a plan.” I looked around, searching for a break in the trees, somewhere out of reach from shadows. There. Just ahead, there was an open space. It wasn't big, just a flat rock that trees couldn't grow around, but it was something. I sprinted at fill force, throwing myself at the rock just as I felt the air at my back shiver. If I were just a second late, I would have been dead.

I look back at the shadow, but the face remains emotionless. My knees give out. The wolfsbane on the blade burns immediately, crawling like acid through my veins. My heart struggles to beat around the blade, the organ starting to give out. I can’t breathe. Lyra’s scream pierces through the air. She lunges forward, catching me just before I collapse completely. My reflection dissolves back into a shadow, until it disappears. Like it was never there. And I can barely see through the dark cloud taking over my vision, but I hear him.

I lay there breathing rapidly as if my heart were about to jump out of my chest. The shade stands above me, waving its claws in front of her face. I feel the air around me getting thinner, almost as though I was smothered. I can feel pressure in my stomach as I lie there afraid of the shadow in front of me. I can feel the pressure begin to shift towards my throat, which makes it hard to get air. Something's going on in my mouth. I open my mouth when I see a finger coming out forcefully by striking a tooth from the mouth. I open my mouth wider when the fingers emerge from my mouth like a spider. I'm terrified, I start to scream a stifled scream. My eyes were wide, my anxiety through the roof.

“But I can’t let shyness or fear rule my life. You know, I regained consciousness briefly at the bottom of the ravine. It was exactly like what OBE people say – you know, those who’ve had Out-of-Body Experiences. I could see a tunnel opening and Shadow looking like an angel made of light. He was hovering over me to ask where it hurt. I told him: ‘All over’, but he just laughed that off and said: ‘Get up, geobjaengi.’ That meant coward and was just typical banter between us. “I shut my eyes tight because I was lying face down on the ground with my helmeted head turned slightly to the left, and I could see Shadow’s crouched form shining bright through the mist. I tried to do exactly as he told

Shadows danced, elongating and twisting, as if mocking our every step. Suddenly, the forest fell into an eerie silence. The rustle of leaves ceased, and the wind died down. The Nightshade materialized before us, its towering form wreathed in darkness. Its eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, piercing through the gloom. "You dare challenge me?" it sneered, its voice a haunting melody that sent chills down our spines. "You may have rallied your feeble forces, but you cannot comprehend the depths of my power." Malachi stepped forward, his eyes locked with the Nightshade's. "We may be mere mortals, but our determination and love for Silverwood will not waver in the face of your darkness. We

He pushed me down on the bed and I couldn’t see anymore, my eyes weren’t working and they felt heavy. In one swift motion I felt the weight lift off me, and there was another loud bang. I heard two or three voices but I couldn't tell who they were and just as I tried to focus, my body shut down and the dark void fully engulfed me.

he yelled. He saw the old man run past him again in the darkness. The man did not move; he stood still, prepared, and unarmed. Then, he drifted and heard the sound of a loud thud. His courage left, and he felt a dull weakness in his body that spread and engulfed everything in him. He opened his mouth and gasped. Fresh free air flowed from his mouth and descended around his body. He felt a tug from behind him, and he turned back. Quickly, a blade darted through his head, and he ducked. Enormous sweat flowed all over him.

The shadow rose from the black pool like a birth. It had no shape at first—only darkness, thick and churning, spreading across the surface of the water like oil poured from an infinite vessel. Then it grew. Tendrils reached toward the grey sky, toward the ancient trees, toward us. The air turned cold enough to freeze breath mid-exhale. The bond screamed, and through it I felt Kaelen beneath the surface,his body sinking, his hands stretching upward, reaching for the shadow's core.

CHAPTER SIX : THE FIRST DEATH Lyra woke up cold. Not regular cold. Not the kind of cold that came from winter weather or a lack of blankets. The kind of cold that came from lying on frozen ground with no pack bond to keep you warm. The kind of cold that sank into bones and stayed there. The kind of cold that could kill. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Her head pounded. Her chest ached like someone had carved out her heart with a dull knife.