Silent Breath Steam Novels & Stories

His head peeked to the side and his eyes went up the top floor, staring at the first open window. Kyle's room. The lemon scent that had filled his daily life had secretly become his new obsession. The secret he couldn't tell anyone… was how he couldn't go a day without taking in the scent. As he stood at the corner end, he stepped back and quietly went down in a squat. The calming scent filling him as he had closed up the distance, and for the first time in the whole day, he was finally able to breathe. In the dark back, he clutched down on his knees and pressed his head with shut eyes, the weight on his chest slowly fading off, his stiff joints loosening up in relief, and his weak body fina

⸻ The city lay under a canopy of midnight blue, the streets emptying slowly as the late hour approached. Streetlights flickered softly, casting long, wavering shadows on the cobblestones, and in the quiet hum of the night, Serena felt the weight of anticipation pressing against her chest.

I demanded, stepping back instinctively. “The silver threads. Right here!” Damon gawked at me, confused. “See… what, Cassian? There is nothing except trees and bushes.” I looked around frantically, stunned by this strange phenomenon as that glowing light circled Liora, thickening like living silk with every second. But before I could do or say something, I noticed a shift in hrr. We all gasped at the same time as her breathing changed, becoming steady, smooth, and real. Carla blurred to her side in a sharp gust of wind.

‘Today, preferably. The man handed over his Barrett M82 and the major rested the end of it on the rim of the watchtower, hunching over to look through the telescopic sights. He could see more details of the Sleepers now, because they were getting closer all the time. Could see the group was made up not only of women, but men and children as well. There were all age ranges by the looks of things, from what he could see through the wispy membrane they sported. They just kept on coming, nearer and nearer. It wouldn’t be long now, if the virus was indeed airborne, and they’d be in range to pass it on just by breathing.

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

Whispering soothing words, Adler made his way out of the base with Franklyn. They stepped out into the cool air, surrounded by lush greenery. Franklyn's breath came out in shallow gasps, the fresh air a welcome relief from the suffocating stench of blood and fear. He leaned against Adler, trying to steady his trembling legs, still having a shock playing over his heart. "I can still hear them. The screams... they won't stop," Franklyn whispered, his voice strained with emotion. Choking now and then, he couldn't form a word at all.

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”

he informed before walking out. "No......."she screamed, her body was shaking as her hands trembled with fear, beads of sweat trickling down her neck and forehead, she started punching the air screaming for help, tear started flowing from the corner of her eyes. "Please don't touch me, leave me alone." "It's nothing Haya, it’s just a dream, I’m right here sweetheart, your safe no one is going to hurt you." Rayyan hugged her tenderly whispering onto her ears, he kept rubbing her shivering until her breathing and heart beat slowed down and she fell into a deep sleep.

I asked, the idea forming as I spoke. He shot me a challenging look through chattering teeth. "Why don't you try?" I took a steadying breath. Closing my eyes, I focused not on the image of him shivering and soaked, but on how I wanted him to be: dry, warm, comfortable. I pushed my mana outward, a silent, weightless command. When I opened my eyes, a shimmering, lavender-hued mist enveloped him. Steam rose from his clothes in a soft hiss, and in moments, the mist dissipated, leaving him completely dry.

Lyra Steam curled from the bath like mist over a morning lake, soft and silvery, carrying the faint scent of rosemary and mountain salt. I dipped my fingers into the water and exhaled slowly, the warmth soaking into my bones. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was silence: not the tense, hollow kind that used to haunt my nights, but the gentle hush of safety. Of home.