Black Hearts Novels & Stories

People aren't that scared of me but the beasts in me, my bloody vampire blood thirst, all he wanna do is kill, suck blood and bent all his frustration cause we didn't have a mate. Dokata the most fierce wolf ever known in the history of werewolves, well that was exactly what Drake my best friend told me, he happened to be a wizard and know a bit too much like Damon had said. He doesn't like him for that. Damon, Dokota and Don are the three beasts inside of me, but no matter what beware of Damon; the demon who originated from hell. *Yes Mate!* Don said in agreement to what Dokata had said.

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

, the trembling voice said, a deep sorrow was held in it. “Runaway sooner. Find your place. No one belongs to you here anymore. The mother that you wanted in me begs you to flee to save your life. Don’t be a part of this massacre anymore, as the chain of seven hearts is completed, there won’t be any peace left on this world. The evil inside him will unleash, the greatest of the evil that will be. The evil which will make the history of catastrophe, which no one will be able to stop. It’s in your hands now, it was always in your hand”,

But somewhere deep in her heart, she knew that both men were locked in a dangerous upward spiral, one that would only end when nothing but rubble was left in the wake. As she leaves the room, there is this little voice inside her that just keeps on whispering-one which says this night is just the beginning of something far darker: some twisted game in which lives are in the balance. And she knows full well she will have to be prepared for every move and every hand, without leaving the tiniest room for error.

Instead, I froze when he said, “Choose me, Lisa. Or I’ll make sure Lilian and the press get everything. Photos. Names. Details.” “You’re blackmailing me?” I whispered. He smiled. “Call it a deal.” "I can't Nick." " And why not?" he snapped. "Why can't you choose me? tell me Lisa." " I don't know Nick I.. I just don't love you, He chuckled darkly. " But you love Vincent? you love a fucking married man?" I didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. " Fine have it your way then Lisa, don't say I didn't warn you because when the fire that comes with betrayal starts you will definitely burn in it." he said and walked away leaving me stunned. how deep did we hurt him?

Scarlet: Day 4 Today should’ve been the day of nerves and excitement and maybe even losing my v card. But instead it’s a day I feel more depressed since the night my heart was stolen by death itself. Tomorrow would’ve been my marking ceremony. A day that is like a wedding for normal humans. And here I am having cold feet days before the ceremony. I wanted to hate Ash for causing this pain in me, but it was impossible. So I decided to make my way outside of my room for once. Just to stuff my face and hope it fills the hole that has taken the place of my heart.

She is part of the organization, that's why she bears the wolf brand, a mark belonging to us, on her hand and neck. Only those closest to us wear the wolf symbol on their neck, signifying their loyalty. Not to mention the tattoo on her chest, the Ace of Hearts, which is our brand - the Black brothers' mark. She is our missing Ace, forever ours. But one of the girls was outraged. "What kind of absurd joke is this? You can't talk to us like that! Who do you think you are?" Penny introduced herself, her last name is Black, leaving the girls pale.

I watched as the light in his eyes faded, replaced by a dim, shadowy green that reminded me of a forest under an overcast sky. Sir Black’s expression faltered, his gaze flickering briefly to Thrystan before returning to me. He forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Of course," he said, his voice strained yet polite. "Then I must wish you good luck on the hunt." He took my hand, and his lips brushed the back of it in a chaste kiss, a lingering touch that sent a ripple of guilt through me. As he turned to leave, I couldn’t help but notice the slump of his shoulders as he joined his friends.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

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.