Black Hearts Novels & Stories

You gave me a heart that was full of mistakes I gave you my heart and you made heartbreak You made my heart break You made my heart ache (I still see the shadows in my room) You made my heart break You made my heart ache (can't take back the love that I gave you) You made my heart break (were made outta plastic, fake) You made my heart ache (I still see the shadows in my room) You made my heart break again (I was tangled up in your drastic ways) (Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?) I still see your shadows in my room

the Emperor warns, his expression deadly serious. What? He’d really let them lynch me? “Think, Liora. We’re on a countdown. If we don’t win, neither you nor your stupid friend will,” he argues. “Let’s just beat it out of her!” Someone in the crowd shouts behind him. “Okay, okay,” I say quickly to avoid more threats. “The black heart is a riddle. Every one of us has some darkness inside us, no one is completely flawless. So the black heart is inside each one of us, and that’s what you’re supposed to take to the heart of the island," I explain.

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

And on the heart, there was a message written in blood: HE IS STILL INSIDE. FIND THE OTHER HALF. Suddenly, a bright red laser dot appeared on my chest. I looked up. A fleet of black helicopters was hovering over the forest, their searchlights blinding me. "Subject Zero located," a voice boomed from the sky. "Prepare to harvest the Heart."

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

Shards of glass scattered in every direction, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Within the shattered remains, a beating heart lay exposed, its crimson flesh pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Abigail's eyes widened in horror, her face contorting into a mask of pure anguish as she witnessed the heart's final moments. The pulsing slowed, the rhythmic beating growing fainter with each passing second. The heart shriveled, its vibrant hue fading to a sickly grey, until finally, it stilled, the last vestiges of life extinguished.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

Chapter 33 Rebirth of the Silver Fire The crack in the London Heart was a jagged, bleeding wound that spit out a mixture of thick, black oil and high-frequency violet sparks. The suffocating note of the Black Symphony didn't stop; it fractured into a chaotic, screaming static that tore through the vault with the force of a physical gale, knocking the remaining Council enforcers into the stone walls.

“Bring the rest as well as the hearts.” “I’m not a fucking Alpha, you know. These assholes are huge; the fuck am I going to carry three and a plate of hearts?” I grumble as I pick up two deadweights. These were warriors in the pack as well, who obviously had their minds twisted like Dimitri and his mate. “Excuses,” he rolls his eyes and throws the bodies outside before returning for the last one and the hearts. While he’s doing this, I run back inside to grab lighter fluid and a box of matches.