Fan Fiction When Calls The Heart Novels & Stories

Xander positioned himself in front of Vivi as Kane and Dax sprang into action, powerful bodies charging forward with unrestrained fury. Vivi’s heart raced. She wasn’t some helpless female; she could help. Focusing, she reached deep within, calling upon the Starfire—the energy within her swelling with warmth and luminescence, illuminating the darkness around her. The bond solidified, glimmers of connection soaring among her mates, burning as fiercely as a wildfire.

If anyone tries to enter this room, they will think I'm asleep or at least catch the drill- I don't want to face anyone now. The stupidest thing is that my mind refuses to align with my heart. While my mind keeps drawing scenarios and possibilities of disaster, my heart calls for Zeno and wishes to give up on everything to make him happy. I close my eyes and let out a frustrated breath. I guess this is it; he brought me to the highs, and now, it's up to him if he lets me fall or tries to let me down as slowly as possible.

It was good to be home. Early in the morning, they strolled downstairs to the garden to watch the sun come up. Marcus left her in their favorite spot as the horizon began to shine. Over the next week, Amy learned more about the wolves and the life she would lead as a vampire. Marcus' clan accepted her. Amy spent time by the pond writing and unable to resist, she wrote about vampires and werewolves. She was secretly in love with the vampire books written by Stephanie Meyer. Knowing a vampire in real life, Amy had to the laugh at the image of Marcus sparkling. She wasn't sure if she could become a successful fiction writer, but she was willing to give it a try. That driving need for her next s

I fail to understand why they kept asking about it whenever we met. They acted naturally like it was normal to make me repeat my love story over and over. Anyway, I never get tired of sharing the beautiful love story of Jerry and me. Our love will no longer be a story but sealed with vows, turning it into a reality. Even though I got bothered being asked to share my love story over and over, telling it off enlivens my spirits. "Yes..." Lydia and Cindy said, both excited but calm. Then I short-lived their joy, "ladies... let Lydia not fool you. It's not like she doesn't know the whole story. I guess she just wants to buy time and keep me calm till we get to the church."

Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon. For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.

His tone was somber and had a hint of reluctance, "You're right. Even if I keep my secrets, no one will think I did well anyway. Why do I need to do so much for him when he doesn't do anything for me normally?!" When Fane heard that, he felt relieved. Florian frowned and said, "You have to promise me. As long as I tell you all my secrets, you will give me a quick death! I don't want to live anymore anyway." Fane nodded in agreement. After a sigh, Florian continued, "You want to know what Heartblood is for, right? Let me tell you truthfully. There's only one use for Heartblood, which is to open the Vibrant Hall! The Vibrant Hall hasn't been opened in a thousand years.

“No. Ruthlessness builds kingdoms of fear. But you—you’ll build one worth fighting for. That is why they follow you. Why I follow you.” Her heart thudded. In that quiet moment, it would have been so easy to forget the crown, the bloodlines, the prophecy. To let her heart claim what it desired. But then she saw Darian’s scarred hands, Isolde’s exhausted eyes, Cyrion’s haunted silence. She saw every soldier broken at Black Hollow. And she pulled her hand back. “My heart cannot be mine to give,” she said, her voice cracking. “It belongs to them. To the kingdom. That is the chain I wear.”

Each time I closed my eyes, I was seeing the ring of stones. The odd figures standing outside of it. The reaction the forest had when it felt me coming. And the words that kept echoing in my mind. She is the Blood Heir. I tried not to think about it. No matter what meaning those words held, I couldn’t let myself dwell on them. There were other issues to deal with first. I stepped into the training yard as Garrick addressed some of his warriors. His gaze met mine. “Ana.” he called. I stopped. "Head Warrior." I answered.

"A new family. A new love. And in their world, I'm the only one that matters. I like my life the way it is. I don't want anyone disrupting that." She turned to him, really looking at him. Steven dropped his gaze, suddenly small, almost pitiful. Yara opened her mouth but hesitated. The words wouldn't come. She sighed. "Fine. You can visit. But only you." She waved him off, already moving. Stay, leave—whatever. There was no real hatred between them. Just old, faded feelings. Scars that had healed long ago. She had already moved on. So why cling to the past?

Daniel always called me his plaything—someone he could use however he wanted—while keeping Wendy pristine and sacred. I cried so hard reading those chapters. But now that I’d transmigrated, there was no way I was letting him ruin my life again. After I got my paycheck at the end of the month, I was gone. Escape was the soul of this genre. His friends weren’t bad, though. And since this was a reverse-harem story, I had to respect the original plot. If I didn’t follow the plot, I might disappear. Or get smited by lightning. Or zapped by the system.