Battle Hearts Novels & Stories

Blake The clubhouse was loud that night, the kind of loud that seeped into your bones. Laughter, music, bottles clinking, boots stomping to songs that never made it to the radio. For most people in here, it was comfort—a second home built on chaos. For Lucy, though, it was a battlefield. I could see it in every twitch of her shoulders, every dart of her eyes.

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, “Is that a bet?” “Sure. It’s a bet.” “And what’s in it for me?” he asked, What do you want?” “Well…” he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. My face suddenly heated up as my heart chaotically pounded in my chest. Control yourself, Jenna. Your heart can’t beat for three guys at the same time. For every step he took forward, I took one back until I finally hit the wall, feeling the coldness against my back.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Her face bloomed up when she heard his rhythmic yet strong heart beat; her whole world felt dovish whenever she heard this melody. She looked up at him and confessed, "Sheng, you know, your heartbeat is my favourite kind of sound." Her smile was like sunglight blazing over the mountains, a passionate warmth amidst the horizon. He replied, "It's mine favourite too because it enounces your name." The girl was surprised, "For real?"

Thump. His heart restarted. Hard. Strong. A silver heartbeat in the sky.

“You’re wrong. I’m not trying to replace anyone. No one has ever replaced you. You have always been here, in my heart. Always.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his chest, pressing her palm over the steady thrum of his heartbeat. “My heart has only ever beaten for you. It never belonged to anyone else. It never will.” His grip tightened around her hand, as though anchoring her there. Her throat bobbed. She swallowed hard, lips pressed together, while deep inside she felt her wolf stirring more violently than ever. His heartbeat thundered beneath her palm, and her own chest betrayed her, racing uncontrollably in response. But she forced herself to remain composed.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

CHAPTER 75~ RHYTHM OF MY HEART ~ ROMEO~ The rhythm of my heartbeat was increasing with every passing second. I could hear my heart thumping louder than usual. Usually, my heart beats four times slower than anyone. It was not like this before, it used to beat like a normal heart but with time I learned this art of controlling my heartbeat. It helps me beat my enemies more easily. They think I died because of my slow heartbeat, however, that was when I seized the opportunity to kill them. To tear them apart.

Then we keep them out.” The room hummed with energy, each pulse of the Heart reinforcing the shields. Adrian felt it through the floor, through the walls, through every nerve. They had bought time, but the battle wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Outside the perimeter, shadows moved, the Authority regrouping, strategizing, calculating their next strike. But Adrian, Mara, and Rhea were ready, and the Heart pulsed behind them, alive and resilient, waiting for the next move in a war that was only beginning. And deep within the facility, hidden passages stirred as another presence shifted, watching, waiting, planning the next disruption. The Heart’s glow flickered faintly toward the unseen watche

Does that mean that I shouldn’t believe anything that these beasts said? “Is she?” Rowena’s grin became wider, putting a hand to her chest. And my shriek filled this dimension when the other Hearteaters plunged its bat-like hand in Rowena’s chest, staining her already filthy dress with bright dark red blood. I couldn’t smell that rusty scent especially when that Hearteater hoisted a beating heart in the air. It beats for a few seconds until it just becomes a heart on one’s palm, neither beating nor living. But I know how much pain would fill one’s soul, dying in the most brutal way I could even imagine. This feeling is the same back when I saw Eliane’s head leave her body and tumble on the g