Wind Breathing Novels & Stories

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.

Maybe she'll try to remember it next time. "Grandpa I will hang up the phone, see you later." Without waiting for an answer from her grandfather, Krystal immediately hung up the phone while snorting in annoyance because her headache didn't go away after she tried to remember her past. She couldn't take her medicine now to relieve her dizziness because she had just drunk a bottle of vodka. At least she had to wait for two hours to be able to take her headache medicine. But she couldn't wait for that too long. The headache was so excruciating that she felt like she wanted to take her head off for a moment so she could breathe the stale club air without having to feel the excruciating headache.

His voice grew smaller as he watched my expression. I sniffed, and tears rolled down my cheeks. The moment I started crying, Harry panicked even more. Flustered, he pulled out a crumpled pack of tissue from his pocket and handed it to me awkwardly. "Thank you, Harry," I said. We walked back side by side in the wind.

Wind, cold wind. A cry pulled from me as I came back to consciousness. There was too much wind and I could not breathe. The tears escaped even before I opened my eyes. My body was sore all over. It felt as if it had been thrown into a large river with a strong current.

The wind whips past me, carrying the faint scent of grass and earth, and I can feel my lungs burning, my chest rising and falling faster than it has in months. I’m in the open field behind the house, moonlight on my face but somehow suffocating, like it’s too much, too bright. My heart refuses to slow, and I press my hands to my knees, trying to catch my breath.

Something that I couldn't quite put my finger on but at the same time certain off, something that made my brows furrow ,my eyes widened as realization hit me the wind has no effect on him. He's clothes stays steady as the violent wind shook even the trees, I gulp suddenly I couldn't find my voice. He snap his head upwards towards my direction but his face was still hidden , he swiftly moves towards my direction . "NO!" I scream out my lungs crawling backwards but I couldn't go far as huge tree blocked me from moving futher "Don't you dare come near me ! " I screamed terrified. He gained on me as I backed up on the large tree,I tried getting to my feet but the excruciating pain in my ribs mad

I curled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "Feeling any stronger?" I whispered, my smile laced with playful warmth as I lay against him. In answer, he extended his hand, fingers splaying outward as though gathering the very air around him. Slowly, he twirled his fingers, conjuring a delicate spiral of wind that danced and whirled, responding to the subtle command of his touch. The miniature vortex shimmered at his fingertips before he released it, sending it drifting gently out the window, where it vanished into the night.

Just as Woody was about to raise his right hand, Brian stepped in front of Jeremiah with a "whoosh" Instantly, strong winds erupted in the arena, and everyone was knocked off balance. It was as if the arena stage had turned into a battlefield in hell—the howling winds were like wailing ghosts, sending chills down everyone's spine. Everyone began scattering around the arena, backing away from the pressuring wind. "This must be Strikerine's signature move—the Unified Breath Technique!" "Since Mr. Marlin is the one doing it, it might cause the whole place to shatter! Starlight Avenue would probably get destroyed."

The earth under him gave a light tremor as a column of air runs down his body to his sword. "Way of air!" A force of the wind picks up and hits him on the back. "Fifth wind!" He closes his eyes and opens up his lungs taking in all the air around him causing his chest to pump up with air. He lets the air flow into his veins and muscles, his heart rate sped up drastically. Now for the final move... "Air...knot!" He exhales and lets his hand fly in the air. What in hell? Eithne yelled at herself.

The night of the autumn turn is often accompanied by strong winds. The sound of the wind howling was like the howling of a wolf, announcing its presence. As the night progresses, the sound of the wind gets louder as it makes the window rattle nonstop. Looks like Sarah has had enough. “This voice bothers me, Your Highness,” Sarah said while playing with Hayden's nipples. The two seem finished spending another hot night. Hayden pushed Sarah's naughty hand away. Then he got up and went to the window side.