Black Hearts Novels & Stories

I tried not to limit you guys but you gave me no choice ⚠warning⚠ 25 shares unlock next episode, no 25 shares no new episode and don't message me and request for new one when this post has not reached 25shares . At least any day I doesn't get what I want I will rest then because writing is very stressful even with a better phone not to talk of when you have a bad one Your thought on this episode The Day has already been dark since Queen left them Well it is not a shock to anyone of them because she normally returns by seven o'clock

I slammed my necrotic, leaden left hand onto his chest. The cold of my dead flesh smothered the fire of his gold static. A jolt of energy shot up my shoulder, hammering into my sternum. I ignored the structural failure of my heart, grounding his static through my own failing pulse. I felt the crack in my soul then—a jagged heartbeat seeing Leo’s drain and Kael’s collapse. My heart staggered—a traitorous throb for the man who was physically rotting to be our floor. "Don't die on me yet, Blackwood," I hissed, my throat locking with a sudden, sharp pain. I hammered the mask back on. "They're breaking because they're scared. Let them break."

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

Night fell over Blackwater like a sentence of isolation, and inside the workshop garage, the silence was broken only by the sound of metal cooling. Dante Blackwood sat on a workbench, his hands stained with grease and dried blood, staring into the gloom. The golden glow in his irises, which once signaled dominance, now looked like the reflection of a fire he couldn’t extinguish. In the center of his chest, the Alpha’s heart beat with a force that suffocated him; it wasn’t the adrenaline of the hunt, but the excruciating weight of a soul wounded by guilt.

The weight of the Heart’s power still lingered inside her, a constant reminder of the darkness that was just a step away from consuming her. Her dreams had become more vivid and unsettling. In one particularly intense vision, she saw herself standing at the center of a vast, shadowy landscape. The Heart was pulsing with dark energy, its magic more intoxicating than ever. It whispered to her, promising power, control, and the ability to end the war. But as the vision grew clearer, Elena saw something she hadn’t expected: herself, standing on the edge of the darkness, her eyes blackened, her soul consumed by the very force she had fought against.

Gray eyes, horrible scars and blood rolling down his eyes. They held an intention so malicious, it scared the hell out of me. "Give me your heart" He trailed his finger where my heart is located. The very next second, a blood curdling scream reverberates through my lungs.

he uttered, pointing at the brown box on the desk "Good night, then" he added before opening the door and walking out, shutting it quietly behind him I moved over to the box and placed my hands on the excessive masking tape that was used to seal it before pulling it all off in one sweep I slowly opened the box and my eyes widened when my nose was hit with a foul smell and when I peered inside the box; my eyes widened even further Right inside the box was a human heart that had turned black from early signs of decaying

Not in the least bit phased by the blood, the broken bones. He’s the Reeve, Hazel. Remember what he said to you. He thinks his heart is black. Maybe it is. How the hell could I want to mate a male like this? Have pups?? He belongs in a psych ward in a straight jacket! I grip the thick curtain that reeks of smoke and a heavy musty odor, as tears roll down my face, completely soaking my t-shirt. Am I crying for Hector or for the black heart of my mate?

Her heart could rob a man of desire, as it could instill it quickly in him. She didn't like him, but she was willing to risk it. The sofa was drenched in the blood of more than one person. The bodies lying around had their eyes gouged out, their souls ripped from them even before she tore them into irredeemable shreds. No hearts here. No souls here. No redemption here. Only death stays here.