Wind Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

Great. Emma looked outside at the forest of naked trees. Even the bark clear of the snow was white. She watched the wind blow the drifts between the trunks, the flakes swirling toward the cabin in visible gusts. The wind gained strength, blowing the snow and spinning higher into the air, the cloud thickening in spots as it pulled fresh powder from the ground. A rapid succession of Rorschach images blew across the landscape. For just a second, one almost looked like an open mouth.

She landed gracefully atop a rocky formation, her hands outstretched as frost gathered around her fingers. Her opponent clicked his tongue. "Not bad. But let’s see if you can handle this." He took a deep breath, then swung both hands forward. A powerful gust of wind burst forth, kicking up dust and small stones, turning the battlefield into a swirling storm. The wind whirled violently, forming small tornadoes that cut across the terrain, tearing through the jagged rocks like blades. Crystal narrowed her eyes, feeling the sharp wind slice at her skin. If she stayed still, she’d be overwhelmed. So she moved.

Dax POV My lungs are on fire. Each intake of breath seems to make me even more tired, and each exhale is inevitable. On and on and on. Cycle repeat. I can see the sun as it streams through the gaps in the branches, like a liquid fountain traveling through sieve. The leaves above my head lighten in the sunlight, turning a nearly transparent green. This high up, the wind is the unchallenged presence. It skims over the top of the trees, dancing between them as nimbly as a stalk would dance in a stream. It rustles my hair, tickles my face. The wind has always fascinated me because of my love for travel and exploring. The wind makes it everywhere. There is no place it hasn't visited, no land it h

“Tornado Kick focuses on the quick movements of the body to generate wind pressure. The small wind generated is then directed towards the target and the pressure that accompanies it does the damage” “I see,” Mane finally understood. “So it wasn’t a direct use of the wind element,” Hildegarde also understood what happened. Dan wasn’t a wind elementalist. He just used extreme speed to compress wind into one spot and then release it. That was the reason for the wind blade. “It’s impressive that you were able to avoid it,” Dan praised Mane.

His full mouth was the only softening feature, but even that was set in grim tension as he lay there. “You have to relax,” Wendy said, her words a contradiction because her whole body lay rigid beside him, her own breath coming in short, irregular bursts. Even her words were stilted, coming in short breathy sentences as they struggled through her vocal cords. “Use your stomach muscles and breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.” “What?” he asked. One of his eyes peeped open. “Abdominal breathing,” Wendy explained, but from the two vertical lines appearing over the bridge of his nose Wendy knew she was talking to the hopelessly unconverted.

"Even if I didn't break through the Storm, I would have improved greatly if I did!" Standing outside the field, With a serious look on his face, Feng Canyun said in a low voice. "It's so horrible? Can't you break it with your strength?" A junior brother couldn't help but be curious. "You all know about this Storm Formation, but there are only a few people in our Wind Peak who have truly entered it... The Storm Formation has the power of wind, and there are various levels of wind, such as wild wind, lightning, sword wind, mountain wind... There are many different kinds of wind. However, the wind in it is unpredictable. Every time a person breaks through a shackle, there will be a new wind, wh

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.

Just like going to the gym and seeing your gains. Next, she turned her attention to air control. With a deep breath, she summoned the wind, feeling it whip around her body. She practiced creating gusts strong enough to lift leaves and twigs from the ground, shaping the air into spirals and currents. The more she trained, the more she realized that she could not only control the wind but also communicate with it, feeling its whispers and understanding its language. It was as if the air itself was encouraging her, urging her to go further.