Fierce Hearts Novels & Stories

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

One is now working more deliberately. Fear piercing and icy, clutches my chest. Though I'm not clear what's inside me, it's strong. too robust. And you're starving. Blood, conflict, ancient power flashes behind my eyes—memory not belonging to me. A name speaks to me softly. Goddess Lilith. My body trembles. I do not go by that name. hers is it. From inside, a power leaps around my body like a ghostly chain. I attempt to back it off by gritting my teeth.

“Fuck him!” “What is he doing?” She wondered. She stood up and fenced her waist with her left hand, tapping her forehead lightly with her right hand, reviewing what to do. She walked back to the bed and picked up her phone. She dialed Mr. Leo’s number but wasn’t reachable. She switched on her data to send a W******p message and she received ten reports from diverse platforms, broadcasting Dimitri’s submission to Mila. She hated seeing him in the limelight of people, and she threw her phone on the bed again.

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

These eyes were filled with accusation and hatred, glaring at me with undisguised contempt. I suppressed the pain rising in my throat, the pain of being on the receiving end of such a harsh stare. Being loved by Liam brought warmth, but being hated by him felt like standing on an icy shelf. "I'm really sorry..." I managed to choke out the words, but they seemed to only annoy him further. Fear consumed me - fear of him, fear of what was to come, fear of everything. In one breath, he grabbed both of my wrists and pushed them above my head.

The pain consumed her, wrapping around her heart like a vice, squeezing out any remnants of happiness or contentment. A mix of emotions swirled within her—grief, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal. It was as if she had been living in a bubble, deceiving herself into believing that their connection was something special, something that could transcend the boundaries of friendship. But reality had cruelly shattered that illusion, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, Florence turned away from the devastating sight. Her resolve, once fierce and determined, crumbled under the weight of her shattered dreams. She couldn't bear to see him, to face the pain

My heart fell when I saw who they were. Dario squeezed Faith's ass as he played with her nipples over her clothes making her moan. She was kissing him back as if she was a starved person. I stumbled back to my car losing strength. I closed my eyes when I saw images from last night making me grit my teeth in absolute rage. My face went blank as I entered my car and drove off.

I roared at him but he only kept smiling while Feryt kept struggling in his grip. “Fucking take me instead!” I bawled again and he responded, “I will” before instantly punching his hand into Feryt’s chest… and pulling her heart out. I saw it and tensed. It felt like my heart stopped beating. And then it felt like I was dreaming. The Dark One dropped Feryt to the ground now, still holding her heart in his hand— I watched her body land lifelessly on the ground… and I let out the loudest cry ever.

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

The pulsing beneath the ridge faltered, staggered as if the Root-Heart hadn’t expected defiance, hadn’t believed fire would dare come for it. Kieran’s ember answered, blazing out of his chest like a second sun. His body arched against mine, his hand locking hard around the back of my neck. His voice ripped out raw, but alive, fierce… “Together!” And with a shudder that split the ridge wide open, the forest revealed its true heart. From the abyss below, it rose: a mass of roots twisted into a sphere, glowing with veins of sap and shadow, each throb shaking the world around it. The Root-Heart, vast and alive. Waiting to consume us whole. And we had only one weapon left… our fire.