Who Uses Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

Between them, work waited. Ronan studied the littoral currents until he could coax a ragged eddy into behaving like a braid and carry oxygen deeper than it wished to go. Mirra learned to hum at a frequency that loosened compacted soil without tearing root-hairs. Selene discovered a way of breathing that let visions pass through her like light through a prism—separated, yes, but not shattered.

As the light of the moon sip into her window, things start to blur. 'I can't breathe' she said to herself as she tries to reach any thing that can help her stand up. "H-help" she screamed but no voice seem to be coming out. Her legs weakens and her body drops on the floor. She can still feel the cold, the footstep, she can still hear Lala's voice. "Are you ok?" the voice asked She squinted her eyes, as she tries and tries to focus on the person reaching out to her. "Are you ok" the voice asked again

She answered while she’s staring at the water in front of her, trying to figure out how the Goddess of Goodwill uses this to communicate with the creatures below the moon without jumping into it like what she and Goddess Elpis did almost a year ago. “Amira?” “Morgan?” She called out as she tried to dip one of her fingers on the pond. “Yes?” Morgan answered as he sat on his windowsill while staring at the moon as usual. It had become his habit to sit on his windowsill as soon as the moon appeared in the sky. Amira’s voice is much more clearer at this time of the day. Even when the sun is up, they can actually still talk, however, daytime to the living realm means resting hours for some of the

My breath was gradually reducing. Moon goddess, please help me.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

' Monica felt conflicted at this moment, but he decided to throw that thought away since, at this moment, it was useless to think too much since he hadn't fallen in love with someone after all, and there weren't any girls that he wanted to date at this moment. While walking, Monica felt that he should use his time in a better way, so he used his time to train his "Breathing Styles" better. There are two ways to use "Breathing Styles": Total Concentration Breathing, and Total Concentration: Constant. Total Concentration Breathing, an advanced application of Breathing, is a state where a Breathing Style user inhales the maximum amount of oxygen within a specific breath pattern to raise their p

Takuto Kimura lay on his nap mat, his little body contorted into the perfect imitation of a human specimen in a biology class. He had even gone so far as to adjust his nostrils to "sleep breathing mode 3.0," which, as far as he could tell, was the most advanced form of nap breathing available to a three-year-old. It wasn't exactly an elite skill, but when you're trying to avoid a nap in kindergarten, you've got to give it your all.

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

With each breath, Andrius fell into a strange state. The air inside the tent became mysteriously scorching. Chitter... Creak... It was quiet all around. Only the occasional sounds of insects and birds added a bit of vitality to the silent wilderness. As the moon gradually rose, Andrius became more immersed in his cultivation. The moonlight was bright, and the night was beautiful. Suddenly, the bright moon was shrouded in a layer of haze. “Phew...” Andrius took a deep breath and opened his eyes. A flicker of flames was visible in his pupils. “Not bad. My Fire-breathing Palm can be considered quite accomplished now.”

I did as I was told closing my eyes and breathing deeply, but the relaxing part was hard, I could still feel his eyes on me. “Relax now” Artemis snapped. I opened one eye and glared at him. “I’m not going to relax with you snapping at me” I said coldly, he was visibly embarrassed and turned his eyes away from me. I took a few deep breaths and kind of let my body relax, like I was melting into the floor. “Good” Artemis whispered, “Now you listen to me, only my sound. Keep big breaths and think of moon”.