Suffocating 5e Novels & Stories

Suddenly, it felt as though the air in the room had thinned. Luthor seized Bryan by the throat and squeezed mercilessly—just like Bryan had tried to choke Amelia earlier. “You still don’t understand,” Luthor said flatly. “But I’ll make sure you do.” Bryan shook violently under the crushing pressure of Luthor’s murderous intent. He clawed at Luthor’s hand, desperately trying to break free, but it was useless. “P-please… I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” Bryan gasped weakly. His face had begun to turn blue as he hovered on the brink of suffocation.

The ethereal radiance that had shielded our frontline forces dims into a sickly, sputtering pulse, casting erratic shadows across the wet sand as the supernatural energy sustaining it is aggressively siphoned away into the glowing artifact. A sudden, piercing hum fills the air, vibrating painfully inside my skull and making the very ground beneath my boots feel unstable and hollow. The oppressive weight of the enemy's dark sorcery presses down on our pack like a physical barrier, suffocating the warmth of the starlight we had just conjured.

He chocked me once more and looked at me straight up "Not a sound!" I felt fright feeling me once more as my hands were fighting over the bed looking for a means to get air back to my lungs. I started hitting the bed violently to signal him that I was already suffocating, he then let go of my neck and buried his face down my tummy, moving slowly on my skin with his lips, sending me goosebumps and shivers through my entire body. My body was still painful and panting from the chock.

Draven's voice was low and soothing. I was struggling to breathe. My throat was closing up as I neared a panic attack. Lucifer must realize it too because the next moment he had me engulfed in his arms. His icy metallic gaze narrowed in worry. "Breathe, Sarah. Slowly and deeply. That's it. Breathe..." I followed his instructions, letting him control my raging emotions and gradually the choking sensation fades and my breathing evened out. I focused on that, on just breathing normally not thinking about what Draven had adjusted and dropped.

​Now, those memories felt like warnings etched in stone. ​Down in the bowels of the manor, the atmosphere was vastly different. ​Dave had locked himself in the lower study, a room devoid of windows, where the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and cooling stone. ​The "Suffocation Curse" had returned with a vengeance. ​After the exertion of the gala and the emotional toll of the confrontation, his body was revolting against the forty-eight-hour cycle of deprivation. ​He sat in his high-backed chair, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven patterns.

“S*ck me, darling. S*ck it hard.” He grabbed my hair and forced my head to move further down until the tip of him reached my throat. My eyes began to water, tears streaming down as I faced the fact that he was too much for me; pushing me beyond what I could withstand. Even still, I knew I had no choice but to take him in, and so with deep breaths, I fought against the sensation of suffocation and welcomed the overwhelming pleasure that followed in its wake. His immense size filled me up.

I would rather die than let him touch me. What! He wouldn’t mind accepting me to give him an heir? I scoffed, and it got stuck in my throat, leading to a sporadic cough that reddened my eyes and chest. In a flash, the memories of every horrifying experience I encountered in Matthew’s hands flooded my brain. My breath hitched as I struggled to catch it. The room was suddenly closing in, suffocating me. The walls and furniture seem to be mocking me. My eyes rolled back into their socket as I threw my head back, fighting against the overwhelming force while my fingers scratched the ground to get a grip on myself. I tried to breathe but still couldn’t.

several Sucrose Zombies growled in pain, trying to retreat. But the entrance was packed. They were trapped. [Warning! 'Sucrose Zombie' hit by 'Extreme Heat Debuff'! Physical defense -30%! Speed -15%! 'Total Melt' risk increased!] "This is it! Their weakness!" Lia shouted, her eyes flashing. She lunged forward, swinging her rusted iron pipe toward the nearest Sucrose Zombie. CRACK! This time, it wasn't just a dent. The zombie's head cracked open, and rotting caramel fluid spilled out. It collapsed, its legs twitching before it melted into a sticky puddle.

*Critical Hit Chain Activated – one thousand eight hundred forty-two Enemies Vaporized* *Overkill Bonus: fifty percent EXP* *EXP one million two hundred thousand (Party Share)* The blast blooms silent—gold-copper fire expanding in a perfect sphere, vaporizing carapace to glittering dust. The swarm answers with fury. Tendrils lash out—black, thicker than skyscrapers, cold enough to freeze blood solid. They whip toward us, gravity warping, pulling armor plates. Lucian meets them head-on. Wings flare wide—dragonfire erupting in roaring streams that twist into flaming spirals, carving clean, molten holes through the tendrils.

Jaxon let out a sharp, breathless gasp of triumph, his hand dropping from his broadsword as he whirled to deploy the vanguard orders. I forced the massive, unfamiliar power of the absorbed Eclipse Core to flare behind my sternum, my eyes flashing a pupil-less warning through the gloom as I descended the narrow stone steps into the subterranean vaults. The air down here was still thick and stagnant, heavy with the lingering, sulfurous odor of the silver suppression gas Richard’s catapults had pumped into the mountain crevices. I hit the flooded floorboards of the lower portcullis chamber, my breath catching in my throat as the tactical reality of my choices snapped back into my focus.