Novel & Cerita Ferel Heart

she yelled Silas placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you feel any pain in your chest?” He asked Fiona raised her brow in puzzlement. “What?” “You don't, right? That is because you have a healthy heart. That boy is suffering from heart failure and that seizure could've killed him if I hadn't been there so yes, his life is more important” Fiona's eyes whelmed up, “I can't believe you're saying this,” Silas ascended the stairs, paying her fuss no attention.

His fingers dragged down, his palm pressing flat against my collarbone. “You think this is normal?” he murmured. I didn’t understand… until his hand moved lower. Over my ribs and to my side and a sharp pain shot through me, and I winced— And then I felt it. The heat. Not from his touch, but from inside me. A deep, burning warmth under my skin, pulsing like a second heartbeat, like something was trying to break free. Lucian’s eyes burned into mine. “You feel it, don’t you?”

To trust Ren and company. The "Brand" Ren marked her with, grew stronger, and ate away at the "Heart Monster" she had developed over the years. It was used as fuel to strengthen the mark itself. Also, it gives her a rise in cultivation. It also weakened her guard towards his people. Felicity was the one she most related to. Zia is a close second.

ANDREA My heart pounds fiercely as Stefano's question propels me back to that fateful night. Memories flood my mind with the force of a bulldozer, each one vivid and raw, tearing through the carefully constructed walls I've built to keep them at bay. FIVE YEARS AGO

"That's the heartbeat. The baby's heart. You're in the eighth week. It's stable, strong. And it's there. Inside you." Sloane fell silent. She stared at the ceiling, at nothing, but the sound filled the room. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. It couldn't be unheard. It couldn't be unfelt. Lennox leaned over her. With his other hand, he touched her stomach, right where the sound came from, and as if he wanted to hear it more closely, he leaned in even further. Tears welled up in Sloane's eyes. Her lips trembled. For a while, she couldn't speak, only a broken, whisper of a voice escaped her:

***CRYSTAL'S POV*** The noise from outside seemed to increase the palpitation of my heart, and I felt my blood boiling with difficulty. I closed my eyes, trying my best to stop my tears as I crawled down the bed, ignoring the heaviness I felt in me. My feet touched the cold floor, and I flinched. Everything was strange. Something wasn't right, but I wasn't able to pinpoint what it was, and that made me nervous. I squinted my eyes and forced my body up the bed. I walked slowly toward the door, my body aching with each step and my head feeling like it would explode.

"I'm sure you have a very good reason for not liking needles, but please, I want you to know that those days are over. No one's going to hurt you here. We're trying to help you." I clutched my other hand where the needle had been and felt the wound already closing, thanks to Snow. At least now I could heal almost as fast as a normal werewolf. "I still don't like needles", I said adamantly. Lucas sighed. "Okay dear. I'm sure Dr Abbie can find an alternative. No more needles. You like that?" I nodded slowly and wondered when I'd begun to trust him. *It's the mate bond doing it's work*, Snow said in my mind. I chose to ignore that.

He could smell the change—the way my scent had shifted from vanilla and rain to something richer, like honey and ozone. "You’re glowing, Elara," he murmured, his voice tight with a mixture of pride and paralyzing fear. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting over my stomach. Beneath his palm, the skin was warm—abnormally so. "The healers say the pup’s heart is beating twice as fast as a shifter’s should. It’s the ritual. It’s the souls of the past lives feeding the new one."

Declan looked straight into Fidelia's dark eyes and asked, as if blaming her, "And do you still want me to have to endure this again?" Fidelia frowned as her left chest suddenly ached like a thousand needles had pierced her heart. Coincidentally, every time she saw Declan grieve, her heart reacted so strongly. It pounded so hard in her chest that it made her ache and feel very uncomfortable. Each time, she seemed to be drained of half of her life force. Before she met Declan, this heart was still completely healthy, without any pain, but since meeting Declan, she felt that this heart was like his, not hers.