Dead Hearts By Stars Novels & Stories

To fall for any schemes Formed by the immortals He knew that soon the gates of the portals Would close on the last ever Halloween The dead would remain lost And the earth would finally bear the consequences of his wrath It’ll be a bloodbath When the decease will rise Claiming whatever the livings had baptized To belong to them And no qualms heaven or earth could stop this rain of abhorrence Till of course, The paths were closed by the only one Son of Cain Whose heart is changed But no play could do that For a changed heart came with no small pay Was this the chance to save the enduring earth and its people? Could she journey the course and be a hopeful ray? Deadly Love Ink splattered sky tur

Destiny can ditch you in anytime and in any way as it wants. He couldn’t utter a word as she started to walk away from him. He just watched every step she made away from him until she vanished from his sight and all he could see was the flower field illuminated with bright sunshine. Finally, he let go of the tear droplets from his eyes which was fighting with him to flow out, the tear droplets fell on those two tiny hearts making it glisten with sun rays.

Katherine Thomas Chapter 1 There is only one planet that we know of that holds life. It is the Earth. Our home. However, there is a small percentage of the population that never lost their true parentage. They know where they really come from, and it isn’t Earth’s perfection. They are called to watch the stars. They can see the differences that the normal humans can’t see. They instinctively know they came from the heavens. They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust.

I hit the gas again. Tate let out a weak moan and dug her fingers into the seat so hard that her white knuckles glowed even in the darkness around her. But she didn't say a word. She didn't shout, and she didn't curse. She just silently suffered with me. Decayer by Blessthefall just played, and I really smoked it. You need an escort for that madness, don't you think? Tate remained silent. The singer shouted the lyrics of the song straight into our ears, straight into our souls. And I was on the verge of something I may never be able to get back.

This was the face of someone who had died once—in silence—and returned, forged in it. My hand rose, slowly, to the scar at my throat. The place where sound had been stolen. Not mourned. Not forgotten. Transformed. A wound that had once marked my ruin, now marked my reign. I lifted my hand again and signed into the night air—not to anyone watching, but to the stars themselves: “He will fall.” And the stars, ancient and eternal, did not laugh. They listened.

“In a minute, two of you would be dead and one of you would have to tell me who sent you to do this. Now is the time to tell me before I kill you.” Beads of sweat rolled down their faces. They didn’t talk. In a swift stride, I dug my nails into two of them’s chests, grabbing their hearts in my hands. They didn’t see me coming. The pain and fear in their faces gave me the satisfaction I needed. “Try to regenerate your hearts.” I pulled out their hearts, blood spilled around while they fell to the floor. The hearts were still beating in my hands, terrifying the last man more. I dropped the hearts on the floor and stepped on them.

When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see are all made of gold When your dreams all fail And the ones we hail Are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale Natasha began shooting her paws with deadly claws against Morbius who easily saw it and dodged. he even blocked some of them but something else was happening around Natasha as a song began on radiating around her. "Is that..." Morbius slightly paused when he heard the song that was ringing all of a sudden around them. It was called Demons by Imagine Dragons but Natasha's strikes never flattered.

Who gave this man a reason to think he could think of a bride for me? "I know it doesn't sound right to you, but my friends, the biggest shareholders, are all presenting their daughters with huge and enticing prices and the whole shit is messing up my head, so you need to get married else I'll take down your five stars hotel" he threatens. It's not a joke he is damn serious. "Hell no dad, there is no way in hell you're doing that," I say through my teeth. "I'm coming over, be prepared" he hangs up.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

I am halfway down the corridor when the lights go out. The sconce at the far end dies first, a sharp pop and a shower of sparks that rain down onto the flagstones like a tiny, brief snowfall. The one behind me follows half a second later. The darkness that drops is not the gradual dark of evening but the absolute black of a house whose wiring has just surrendered to the storm. I stop walking. My hand finds the wall to my right, the stone rough and cool under my palm, and I wait for my eyes to adjust.