Brutal Hearts Novels & Stories

Well I was going to break him. “Braz. Oh Braz, poor sweet Braz, still hanging onto the hope that your pack will save you one day. Fear not, you'll be the first appetizer for my sister, we've already gotten Lilith's blood, guess how long it'll take us to get the heart of the other Brat?” Finally his rigid expression cracked, just slightly that I almost missed it. I chuckled, laughing heartily, seeing his expression every time I gave him feedback on the outside world and how I was going to ruin Goth was suddenly worth it.

I wouldn't let them go just like that. "What are your names?" I question loudly. "I'm…I'm Regina" the pretty one stutters. "I'm Katherine" the other replies boldly. "I'll back to the both of you later. You'll serve as examples to other gossipers. Now fuck off" I say harshly and they both scurry off. The other girl's boldness was something else. So they all think I could have sex with just anybody. That's all I've been doing lately. Fuckkk. When did I start caring about what people think about me? I don't give a shit about being a better person. I enjoy being a bad person. It suits me so damn well. I walk into my hotel room angrily

Lennox Graves was no longer the man who flinched from touch. At least not now, not in this moment. The world beyond the shower curtain had gone silent—the gym, the past, the noise, everything that had ever stood between them blurred into the steam. Only his body remained. And hers. Sloane. This woman. This beautiful, strong, devastatingly alive woman standing before him, with wet hair, damp skin, flushed cheeks, and a vulnerability in her eyes that flipped something irrevocably inside Lennox.

Without hesitation, I yanked it out. The effect was instant. The body convulsed before collapsing to the ground, finally lifeless. “It works!” I exclaimed calmly. Nyx didn’t hesitate. She moved swiftly, using her dagger to pierce through the chest of another one of them. With a grunt, she twisted her blade, tearing apart the heart. The body dropped instantly. “That’s it! Destroy the hearts!” The battle turned brutal. Nicholas, Blue, and Gary adapted quickly. We aimed only for their chests now, using whatever weapons we had to break through ribs and crush hearts. The fight was long and exhausting, but slowly, we began to turn the tide.

Heavy slaps rained across my ass and tits, and face, making the clamps bite harder. “Look at your husband,” one commanded, grabbing my hair and forcing my blindfolded face toward Brutus. “Look what you’ve done to him. His wife is a disgusting cumrag for strangers.” I cried and moaned at the same time, shame burning through every part of me even as my body betrayed me with another violent orgasm. I squirted hard around the cocks destroying me, juices splashing onto the floor near Brutus’s feet. They rotated.

His face twisted with rage as he shouted, “Where’s my fucking son?” I toss Isaac and Sasha's heads at him smirking when they land at his feet; he jumps back, shocked when I snarl, “Get the fuck off my territory.” A warning cloud settled over Lucian’s face; his chest expanded as he pulled his shoulders back, trying to make himself look larger and more fierce as he stalked closer to me. His growl is cut off as I reach inside his chest, my claws tightening around his heart as I squeeze, twisting my wrist simultaneously and pulling his heart out. Blood runs down my arm as his body hits the ground, and I hold his heart in the air and say,

As Brooke lunged, her snarling maw inches from Malia, I struck. My claws sank deep into her chest, tearing through flesh and bone. With one brutal motion, I ripped out her heart. Brooke’s eyes widened in shock, her body convulsing before crumpling to the ground. The heart in my hand beat once, twice, and then turned to ash, scattering in the wind.

“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.

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

He struggled for what felt like an eternity, trying to break free from the anguish, but his mind seemed to have a mind of its own. Losing control, he slammed his head against the steering wheel. The sudden impact ended his struggle, and the haunting voices in his head ceased. However, the fear that had gripped his mind lingered, making it hard for him to breathe. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air, and then exhaled rapidly. As he lifted his head from the steering wheel, blood gushed out from the gash on his forehead. Ignoring the pain, he slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Shit!"