Wind Breathing Novels & Stories

My own pulse slowing as I count without meaning to. When I brush my teeth, I do it by the narrow window. Wind hits the cabin walls in short bursts, testing for weaknesses it will not find. The sound anchors me. A steady reminder that pressure exists without intent. I rinse, spit, wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, and look at my reflection only long enough to confirm that I am here. Awake. Present. Unhidden. Outside, the air smells different.

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose

The winds over the Blistered Expanse begin to howl at dusk. They do not begin in the east or the west, nor do they rise from the bellies of storms or tumble from the backs of mountains. Instead, they awaken all at once, a trembling in the marrow of the world. The air is neither hot nor cold, but laden with a pressure that seems to squeeze the very breath from those unlucky enough to feel it. The torch flames gutter sideways, shivering in their sconces. Shadows stretch impossibly long, bleeding over walls and into the cracks between cobblestones. Birds, sensitive to such changes, vanish before the second bell.

August exhaled slowly, the breath fogging briefly in the cooling air. He walked to the balcony doors and pushed them open. The cold wind rushed in, carrying the distant sounds of the training grounds, shouts, steel, boots on dirt, and the faint, crisp scent of snow on the mountains. It tore at his tunic, lifted his hair from his forehead, stung his eyes. He welcomed it. Let it scour him clean of the frustration and unease that had settled in his chest during the conversation.

Melissa's POV A gentle breeze caressed the air, bringing with it a sense of serenity. The atmosphere was cool and refreshing, with a subtle crispness that invigorated the senses. The soft whispers of the wind rustled through the surroundings, creating a soothing melody that calmed the mind. As the breeze swept past, it carried the sweet scent of nature, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. The coolness danced across the skin, leaving a trail of refreshment in its wake. The atmosphere was peaceful, with a sense of tranquility that seemed to envelop everything.

Ryder's POV I woke up the next morning to get ready for school but found that I couldn't breath properly. My body temperature was beyond hot. My skin was literally burning hot as I was also sweating profoundly. Each time i try to breath, i find the air getting hitched in my lung in a painful twist and causing a grunt to erupt through my mouth at each intake of breath. I threw off the sheet I was tucked into and tried to get back up but couldn't, my limps feel just as weak and my head was starting to spin really bad.

air was slowly returning to my lungs but I was struggling to keep it under control. I can’t let him see me like this, I tried to pull away from him but he tightened his arms around me and whispered in my ear, “It’s okay, deep breaths” fighting him was taking too much energy, the loss of control consuming me. “Relax, breathe in 2, 3, 4, and out 2, 3, 4.” I tried to breathe in rhythm with his count, concentrating on his voice and nothing else. My ribs felt like someone was crushing them sending sharp stabbing pains through my sides into my shoulders. It felt like an eternity but finally my breathing started to sorta resemble something normal but my body was shaking uncontrollably. The coolness

I curl around the pain because that is the only position that makes sense. Voices blur. My wolf tries to lunge, then whines, then goes still. I try to breathe. My lungs work like bellows full of nails. Heat rushes over my skin. I grip the linen at my wrists and it cuts deeper.

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

A strong cold breeze brushed through the verdant trees leaving their branches to sway crazily. The wind blew with a hovering sound intensifying with every passing moment. Skyla didn't stop running no matter how worse the wind was hitting her body and making it difficult for her to breathe. She raised her head to look at the atmosphere. The weather was getting worse and Skyla's mind charged with positive energy was slowly getting drained. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the very thought of not being able to reach the school on time.