Ferel Heart Novels & Stories

"Will you let the Core die? Will you allow the Shifters to become nothing?" Elara looked at the pulsing red Heart. She felt the "Synthesis" within her-the bridge between the human and the wolf. She realized the Core didn't need to be controlled. It needed Healing. The Healing of the Heart Elara dropped her spear. She knelt before the obsidian Heart and placed her hands on the cold, vibrating stone. "Kael, give me the Origin," she instructed. Kael, still dealing with the effects of the electrical shock, crawled to her side. He placed his hands over hers. The last of Fenris's mist flowed through Kael, through Elara, and into the Core-Prime.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Shock swept across Elder Peter, Elder Henri, and Elder Sike. Yet none of them dared object. After all, they were merely Betas—subordinates beneath the Alpha. And most of the CANIS followers had already pledged their loyalty to Hammad. *As you wish, Your Majesty.” Felix bowed once more before leaving the hall. A meaningful smile curved Hammad's lips as he watched the attendant disappear into the distance. ___ Sta. Monica, Philippines “Wait! Where are we going?!” Maxine screamed as she wrapped her arms tightly around Lucas’s waist.

Danielle answered. Anthony thought for a while. He was brushing her hair with his big hands while his other hands were around her waist, to support her balance. “ I'll name him Daniel Angelo. From your name, my love.” “ That's a good name. I like it!” Then, Danielle's babies moved once more in her tummy. This time , she felt a tremendous pain. “ Honey, it hurts!” Danielle touching her belly while aching in pain. “ What?! Hold on, my love!” Anthony got panicked and nervous. He quickly carried her into his arms and carefully placed her on his car.

she whispers, as she silently wept. ============================== Kei ran like a madman as he is dashing through the hospital's hallway where Uncle Onodera is confined. He received an emergency call from Aunt Francia, and she told him that the old man's condition has worsened due to the complications on his heart. He is now transferred to the Intensive Care Unit for observation. Uncle Onodera needs to have an open heart surgery as soon as possible, but he's still on a waiting list for heart donor recipients...

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her. Walking down the hallway with the guard to see the boss, Betty's eyes noticed something familiar on the left hanging on the wall, a painting caught her attention. It was a black canvas with a single, bold image: a black angry bear with its face filled with rage and its teeth exposed ready to devour anything on its part, it’s eyes filled with hate and bitterness. Betty's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The bear looked eerily familiar, reminiscent of a painting in her family house.

“Not a contract, not an obligation... just… you. Always you.” The intensity of their embrace was punctuated by whispered promises, soft gasps, and shared confessions of desire and love. In the chaos of Helena’s schemes, the outside world faded into insignificance. There was only this, the heat, the closeness, the shared heartbeat of two people refusing to be torn apart.

A man who could hit a mung bean while blindfolded; How could he possibly fail to hit my handkerchief? For the past four years, it was not fate. It was me who was blind. Every year, I looked forward to the family banquet. If it did not happen one year, then I would wait another. If he could not hit it, then I would adjust the handkerchief. I used a heavier thread to make it easier to aim. Or I dampened it ahead of time. Or I made it slightly larger than the others on purpose.

the doctor responded. While Rehab was only shading unstoppable tears all around her face. And then Delis cleans up her tears "Rehab it is okay?" "Everything is going to be alright okay...? your tears won't change anything" "Please do me a favor and stop crying please," Delis said as Rehab nods. "So Doctor please what are we to do about her condition" "That is the first thing that brought us here," Delis said to the Doctor. "Okay you will need to buy a Kidney in other to replace hers"