Fierce Hearts Novels & Stories

One kicked repeatedly at the wound in his right thigh, even as he tore at the hunter with his claws. Very slowly Damonq began to retract his closed fists. The creatures became even more frantic. But he didn't even blink at the wildness his two attackers displayed. One went for his eyes, trying to gouge them out. Damonq moved his head, dodging the claws while he extracted the two hearts. He threw them away from the porch, out toward the play yard. The blackened organs sailed through the air. High. One leapt into the air after them, while the other ran down the stairs.

"You know house visits aren't my thing." Henry chuckled. "And yet you've never kicked me out, not even once." I took two beers out of the fridge and opened both of them. I handed a bottle to Henry and kept the other one for myself. He accepted it without complaining about how cheap it was this time. "I have another mission for you-" "Ethan Scarlett-Heart is my mate." I said the words before he could finish his sentence. Henry glanced up, eyes wider than my bottle opener. "You're kidding?"

I hastily move closer with indistinct chatter roaming in my ears. My eyes grasps the sight of five dead bodies on the ground. Blood all over and massive wholes around the axis of their chest where the heart is. “It is clear the heart eater has done this” Kyle mutters by my side. My eyes pepperish and my fist clenched with my claws piercing my palms. “This has to stop now!“ I growl huskily…

I thought wrong Fiona was still very much around and from the look of things I would be sleeping on the couch, I lay down quietly trying to block out their giggling,moaning and whatever they're doing in the other room. It hard especially when one of them is your mate,especially when one of them used to act like you're the most precious thing in the world, the pain came again, this time more painful and I find myself struggling to breath. Tears gushed out of my eyes and I thought I would faint from it, I hate myself for acting this way, I mate the moon goddess for pairing me with a beast with no heart and most important I hate the Damien more than I have ever hated anyone.

Everyone held their breath, and only the sound of my heart beating hard could be heard. Xavier slowly released Madam Frost and turned to me. He moved toward me, each step like a call of death as his eyes turned extremely cold and dangerous. "I warned you. I warned you not to touch another person of mine. I warned you not to take another person away from me." His voice was deep and deadly. "So, tell me, how should I kill you? How should I torture you and make you beg for death?!" He grabbed my neck as he pushed me against the table.

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

My razor-sharp claws sliced through his flesh, bone, and muscle, plunging deep into his chest Before he could even scream, my claws locked around his beating heart. With one jerk, I ripped his heart straight out of his chest, tearing his sternum completely open. Warm, dark red blood burst out, spraying across my silver fur and coating the grass. I tossed his heart onto the dirt like a piece of garbage.

Yet they do not like that there is a fragile and empathic soul under that ruthlessness. Flameheart despises pomposity and injustice. Yet, when faced with the needy and less advantaged, he is mellow and compassionate. He fiercely protects orphans, widows, and above all the girl child. Before I knew his story, I never understood him. Yet, after he narrated his ordeal, began to understand him more.

He frantically touched his face, now a grotesque puddle of melted features. In the midst of the chaotic scene, Dexter, the cunning and ruthless predator, identified an opening and seized the opportunity to strike. With lightning-fast reflexes, he thrust his razor-sharp claws deep into the executioner's chest, tearing through flesh and bone alike until he located his target: the heart that sustained his foe's life force. With a savage grunt, Dexter ripped the heart from its moorings, holding it aloft as he let out a triumphant roar, signaling his brutal victory.

“Kanadan will kill you if you run away. “He won't find me. - I say firmly and face the street. “He'll go to hell looking for you, girl. Understand it. — So let's go, anything I ask the devil to cover me. My God, forgive me for the words... The same turns the wheel and I fall. - Son of a... He grabs my wrist and I close my hand, punching him in the eye. The same weakens his hand and I let go. I go behind the bench and do a rear naked choke on Fiore, bringing him close. “No kidding, Fiore. I don't like making people bleed, but when it's for my own protection I don't see any other option. He squeezes the steering wheel and I squeeze his neck.