Dead Hearts By Stars Novels & Stories

And above it all, the Black Star hung like a hole in the universe, drinking the light and the air and the hope from the world. ​The sound was the worst part. It was a constant, low-level murmur, as if millions of people were whispering just behind my shoulder. It was the echoes of the dead, trapped in the crystalline structure of the land. ​“Winnie,” Cassian said, pointing to the ground.

“Male bears are shown who our partner is in a dream the night we turn thirteen. It gives us time to search them out and find them so that when we turn eighteen, we can officially claim them. When I turned thirteen, the Mother Spirit showed me Taylor, my little cousin’s best friend. That was when she became my sunshine, and I loved that girl with everything I had. I graduated from high school a few months before I turned eighteen, and I wanted to travel and live. I figured my partner would be waiting when I got back. I needed money to do everything I wanted, so I became Hades. Nobody’s better at killing than I am. To you, it may not be anything to be proud of, but it was something I had creat

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.

he replied chuckling. "Why? Do you feel uncomfortable to work with me?" she smirked grimly. "For some reason, yes. You just give off vibes of "don't mess with me because I can ruin your whole life." he said as he laughs lowly making her stunned. Waverly shook her head. "Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Castiel. What name would you give our project now, by the way? The one that we discussed a while ago." "Agony's revenge."

It is Idris coming down the stairs. “What? No, you are still weak you can not do it” Jen opposed and went near him but he ignored her and continued coming down. “I have been hearing what you guys were talking about for a while and it looks like you made a mistake, I know the mourning birds because I have seen them. They came from the north where the group of wolves first formed, the Blood Moon pack. The mourning birds are a group of strange owls, not that strange but to us wolves it is strange and their eyes turn red every time they feel a sign that a high and great wolf is gone” not so are the birds that surrounded the blood then.

DRAKE I don't know what to call the past few days for myself. Hell was what I thought my life is when I first got separated with Carina. But now it's worse than hell. I'm supposed to feel better about this but I don't feel better at all. I just hate my life. I'm a billionaire and I have all the features most people want. What's the use of all these when my life is a total mess up? I know I sent Carina away and I seriously don't want to see her. I can't get her out of my heart and that seems to be the problem for me. She's bound and etched in my heart, I am still madly in love with her.

By now,all the sofa's has been overturned, the glass on the windows has been shattered, and the walls have holes punched in them. The whole place looks like it's been destroyed, with pieces of broken glass scattered everywhere. Reed was sitting on the floor crying his heart out like a baby. If all they told him are the truth? Does that mean he has been f**king his own sister? FLASHBACKS* "She's your sister Reed! You guys are siblings,you can't be together" Aurora shouted.

There was a pause on the other end before Andrew finally responded, "But, Mr. Hood, the Levine Group has just announced a partnership with the Walker Group. Also, Mrs. Hood's father has passed away." The news struck everyone like a thunderbolt. As the reality sunk in, a wave of agony overwhelmed me, as cold and relentless as a winter storm, consuming my spirit. Overcome by grief and pain, my legs gave way. Everything faded to black.

I collapse to my knees beside the ruined corpse, blood pouring from a hundred torn seams in my body, the shard clutched tight against my chest. Kael drags himself to my side, breathing hard, blood soaking his fists, his arms, his throat. The prisoner slumps beside us, laughing weakly, cracked, and wild. The Pit trembles. The stones groan. The blood pooled around us shivers— then begins to drain away, pulled into the cracks, vanishing down into the earth like it’s being drunk dry by the bones of the world. We’re not safe yet. But the Heart is dead. The gate ahead— the final gate— cracks open on its own, a yawning maw of frozen wind and black stars beyond.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?