Brave Heart Digimon Novels & Stories

In contrast, Ahil, was far at the end, dealing with discomfort and pain in her ankles, moved with a distinct limp, resembling a fragile creature navigating the terrain with resilience. Going missing over her presence beside him, Ahil paused, finding himself alone. His brows creased up, craning his head behind he tries to look for her only to find the poor girl struggling to walk forget about matching his footsteps. Inhaling deeply, he swiftly approached her and, without hesitation, lifted her in a bridal style, creating a momentary delay. Startled by the unexpected gesture, she closed her dark, deep eyes, feeling a blend of embarrassment and surprise. The intense perfume emanating from Hiya'

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

Dragon blessing upon you. The healing energy that Albus exerted made the nearly crushed heart recombine. Even so, the cracks in the half-remaining heart of Jergintarth were still visible and incurable. Only a dragon with a golden heart could repair a heart that has been cracked into a whole again. Unfortunately, that golden heart, The Heart of Magic, was currently in human hands. Albus's healing power felt cool on Jergintarth's chest so that the pain subsided. Slowly he could change his form back into a human.

"We're all ears" I glanced at the both of them and my gaze fell down on sleeping Diego in my arms. It's time to accept what I didn't wish to hear, anyways at least at the end of it all I'll get my best friend off my neck over this mystery book. "Shattered Hearts, Chapter one. Let the story begins" she smiled and I relaxed my back and waited for her to read the story. "Luciano was a nerd in highschool with brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He..." she continued reading and the more she read the more I was picturing myself to be Luciano.

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”

Even though he didn’t know how this demon had come out without a scratch, it didn’t change the fact that the demon was too weak to do anything to him. “Want to see something?” Rage gave an eerie grin. Before waiting for a reply, his hands moved and pierced open his chest right where the heart was supposed to be. Slash! Badumph! What he brought out in his hands the next moment was a beating heart. This time, Ifrit finally showed some emotion. Splash! The heart was shattered. However, the demon did not die, and before everyone's startled eyes, a new heart was generated instantaneously, and the wound that the demon had inflicted on his body was healed.

We've been through it for all those years until a witch discovered that the only way I would be able to get rid of the curse was when I had fully mated with my Luna and found true love. Fairytale huh? "You know you can't hide it from me, right?" Damien adds, seeing as I wasn't going to respond. I turned away memories of how I had seen fear flash in the eyes of Lyra as she screamed for help. It made my heart wince. "I know you don't trust Lyra, and I don't either, but what she did not do to Veronica would have done it for you, Sage. The fact that she stared behind even after you"

The first one is an energetic teenage windlet with messy auburn hair while the other is a young man with black hair combed neatly and wears glasses. "How do you like our office, Jai? Pretty neat, huh?!" asked the teenage boy windlet that looked like the hat less version of Daichi from Digimon. He was the first one to approach them too in the parlor, and, it was quite an interesting interaction. The boy shook Jai's hand while talking excitedly, unconsciously shaking their hands for a bit too long until the windlet's partner stopped it. And it was currently happening again. Jai chuckled as he let their hands shook longer once again. "It's very neat and comfortable, Harris."

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.

But Damian didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause. “No,” he said coldly, his voice carrying across the arena. “You don’t get to walk away. You don’t get to breathe after touching what’s mine.” Then, with a sudden growl, he extended his claws. “No—Damian, stop!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I lurched forward. But it was too late. In one swift motion, Damian plunged his hand into Branson’s chest. Branson’s body jerked once—twice—then stilled as Damian ripped out his heart.