Suffocating 5e Novels & Stories

Choke. I can't breathe because of the object in my throat. I struggle, whimpering, but no part of me wants to move. I need to notify someone that something is suffocating me in my throat, but I can't move. My right arm is lightly squeezed by a hand. "It's okay," says a masculine voice. It's not acceptable! Something is scratching my throat, and I want to scream. And it's suffocating me. Hands press against my back, talking to me in a voice I should recognize. The black hole returns to take me away before I can connect the voice to a face.

Watching. I could feel it pressing in, curling around me like an unseen force, suffocating yet intangible. My breath came in shallow gasps, each inhale filling my lungs with the taste of dust and fear. The cold slithered over my skin like skeletal fingers, wrapping around me in a suffocating grip.

Its malevolent energy permeates the chamber, suffocating any remnants of hope or warmth. Once a human is locked within the Souls Dungeon, their tragic fate is sealed. The vault possesses an insidious ability to drain the very life force from its captives. The process is agonizingly slow and torturous, as the energy is leached from their body, leaving them weak and feeble. Time becomes their tormentor, as a soul cannot endure for more than an hour within the suffocating embrace of the vault.

I'm being suffocated unable to find any clearing. I scream and yell for help and just when I feel I can no longer breathe, another figure emerges. It's shrouded in dark obscurity as it towers above the rest and instantly slays them with deadly force. It approaches me and I'm afraid of it yet I don't suffocate from its ever-overbearing presence. In a flash, it snatches me up into its arms. I catch a glimpse of beautiful ocean-blue eyes. --------

D*mn, the thick smoke was suffocating me. “Report: Simple Skill, Suffocation Nullification, acquired!” I creased my forehead out of confusion. What was that voice? I was having delusions again. Not now please. I don’t want to daydream in this kind of desperate situation. “Report: Unique Skill, Illusion Manipulation, acquired!”

They could be squeezed all together and cut off, cut off from the world, extinguished . Suddenly he realized that he was suffocating, his lungs were no longer willing to take in air. But the ear clearly caught the roar of the raging elements, the soft blows of bodies falling on the grass, the sound of flying stones and the heavy, booming noise of collapsing buildings. And then came the smell of burning. Suffocatingly stinking, cloying, from which everything inside turned upside down and I wanted to pinch my nostrils. But he couldn't move. And it didn't really matter now. His breath was already fading in his chest.

It was a suffocating, terrifying battle against the pressure, the darkness, and the screaming need for air. The pain in my chest was absolute. I wasn't just low on air; the oxygen had reached zero. The blackness was creeping in at the edges of my vision, and the Holy Power felt sluggish, unable to overcome the fundamental, crushing need of the human vessel. The predatory creatures of the deep sensed the weakness and surged forward. In that critical moment of suffocation, my left wrist blazed. The Aetheria's Anchor, Arriana’s crystal bracelet, pulsed with a bright, ethereal blue light. It was a sudden, foreign intrusion into the deep water. The blue light shot out, not as a shield, but as a v

he trails slowly while crushing my neck, taking away my ability to breathe. I stared at him, not being able to find my voice. His grip around my neck tightened which made it difficult for me to breathe. His touch turned my stomach and not in a good way. "Answer me." he trails slowly while crushing my neck, taking away my ability to breathe. My heart was in my throat, tears welled up in my eyes. My hands find their way to Lucifer’s face as I try to push him away from me which only makes his grip around my neck tighten. The more he adds pressure the more I'm slowly pulled away from my conscious state. My vision starts to be hazy and my ability to breathe gets difficult with each second that pa

I tried to mindlink Evelina but something cold and slimy began to slither around my throat, tightening around it to choke the life out of me. It was like being wrapped in icy tentacles, each one whispering death as it tightened its grip and squeezed the breath out of me. They coiled around me, tighter and tighter with a vise-like grip, suffocating me and draining the life from my body with each passing moment. I dropped my sword, hand going to try to free myself of this demonic shadow so I could breathe. But it was no use. My vision began to blur and darken, the edges of my sight fading into shadows.

I feel it even here, wherever here is—a weight rolling down my spine and out, like my soul stamping its presence across stone and air and everything in between. The hex cinches so brutally that my vision blacks out. My body forgets how to inhale. I hear someone—maybe me, maybe not—make a thin, broken noise. “She’s losing air,” the Fae says sharply. “I’m breaking it. Now.” “You said—” Jaxon starts. “I know what I said. I also know suffocation when I see it.” Her magic slams into my chest. Cold. Wild. Fae. It threads around the hex, digging between it and my aura, prying it away from my throat bit by bit.