Brave Heart Digimon Novels & Stories

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

Art said, scooping the Omega off the ground and into his arms. The Omega's lip jutted out in a pout as he wrapped his arms around Art's neck. Nikola felt like his heart would explode. The Omega fairy was adorable and reminded him so much of Milo.

, Mario Mario drags her to a beautiful girl with a silver mermaid dress, her back was facing her so she couldn't see her face, but when Mario called her, she turns around, making Crystal's eye widen. "oh, hello, Mario, " she greeted him, still now looking at the crystal. "Mia, this is Crystal, my friend ", Mario introduce her. The girl who was her best friend some years ago, whose eyes tell everything, was standing with mixed emotion in her eyes, the crystal couldn't understand how Mia felt was she happy seeing her after 5 years or angry. Crystal was waiting for her to speak something. "oh, hi, I am mia. Nice to meet you, "she spoke with a blank expression.

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

I take a deep breath; I have to calm myself to do it. I steady my breath, I relax my body, I think about Theon, concentrate only on him, I try to summon to my memory every detail, every emotion, every fragrance, every look, every touch... and suddenly I can feel and hear it. A heartbeat, which is so well known to me, strong and loving, even though now frightened, and finally I just know, I know that he senses me as much as I sense him. "It is Becca's doing, Full Moon's territory, please hurry" I almost feel his arms physically around me as I suddenly lose my strength and allow darkness to consume me.

Miguma hissed “ lucky this body’s owner loves you. Because if it were just me—“ she squeezed harder and Arthur surfaces with a roar. “I’d rip your life from between your legs.” Damian’s eyes blazed with fury. He swung a punch. Miguma dodged and delivered three rapid hits to his jaw, neck and gut. He staggered, dropping to the floor. Bare, bruised and unconscious. Miguma stood over him, brushing her hands. “No matter how much she loves you…” she muttered. “ it’s only fair to knock some sense into you.” She turned back to the mirror, resuming her brush strokes, unbothered by the unconscious Alpha at her feet.

“I don’t… I don’t want to mess this up.” “You can’t,” she said firmly. “Not when we’re honest. Not when we’re here. Hand in hand.” Damian’s breath caught. “Hand in hand… I never thought…” He let the words trail off, letting the gesture speak. Aria smiled, letting their hands remain connected. “It’s the first time you’ve let someone touch your heart without fear,” she said softly. “I suppose it is,” he admitted. “And it’s… terrifying.” “But is it worth it?” she asked.

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

The warm touch tingled across my skin as his lips brushed the tips of my fingers. My breath faltered. I bit my lip to hold back the sound threatening to escape my throat. Daimon noticed. His eyes shimmered, shifting between earthy tones and blood-red, and a smug smile curved the corner of his mouth. “Peculiar.” I cleared my throat, feeling my face burn. I pulled my hand back and leaned against the chair, trying to regain control. Daimon was a brutal man. Everyone knew he was an unbeatable warrior and a ruthless leader. But they also knew about the unpredictable fury of his beast. He kept his distance from people, carrying a cold and dark aura.