Fierce Hearts Novels & Stories

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Blue foxfire brimming from the tips, so bright it could turn night into day. “No your family made the mistake.”I say as I rip into his chest with my claws, the flames in my fingers wrapping around him as I dig around his beating heart as my hands rip it out of his chest. Auren screamed but I don’t stop or even stutter as I pull out his heart, his heart comes free in my hand. Still beating, glowing faintly with stolen, ancient far magic. For a moment, everything is quiet. His screams were short lived as his body collapses like a bag of rocks as if suddenly remembering it was always just flesh.

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.

Ignis said. "Let them," I replied. "We'll be ready." --- That night, I wrote in my journal. Micah and Cinder retrieved the Heart of Winter. Cinder nearly froze. She'll recover. The Frostfang are coming. We have what they want. We have what they need. The Heart is not a weapon. It's a symbol. Ice can freeze. But it can also preserve. Maybe the Frostfang don't need to burn or freeze. Maybe they need to thaw.

Entire walls shattered apart as ancient defensive systems activated automatically throughout the lower city. The Black Fang creatures paused immediately. Not from fear. Recognition. The lead creature slowly rose from the collapsed lower chamber beneath Ronan, blood dripping from its jaws. Then it smiled. “The Heart accepts her rage.” The First Fang attacked again before it could continue speaking. Her silver blade cut directly through one Black Fang’s shoulder while guardian warriors surrounded another with glowing chains forged from Lunar energy. But even now— The corrupted creatures refused to retreat. Because they were winning in another way. Every emotional spike from Aria strengthened t

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

Lucian declared, his voice clear and unwavering. In that instant, a jagged, searing pain ripped through Mira’s chest. She staggered, clutching at her heart as if struck by an invisible blow. The agony was deep, raw, and unlike anything she had ever known—a tearing, as if something vital and unseen had been wrenched from her soul.

"Drei, please just stop!" Andrei didn't even twitch at her voice. He was entirely consumed by his rage, his eyes glazed over. Cooper thrashed like a fish out of water, desperately clawing at Andrei's forearm with his uninjured hand. His attempt to fight back was as pathetic as it was useless. Andrei was an immovable force. The veins on his neck and temples bulged violently, pulsing with the immense, murderous pressure he exerted.

They screeched like banshees as they scratched the chunks from their faces. A handful of the warriors started running in the opposite direction towards the pack. I’d go after them but I still had too many to worry about here. I didn’t blink as I turned from the runners and closed the distance between me and the two screaming men. A pair of blue fear-filled eyes stare at me. With agility I didn’t know I had, I plunged both half-shifted hands into their chests until my hands could wrap around their still-beating hearts. Before they could attempt to fight me off, I ripped their hearts from their chests. I felt no remorse for them. They had been rogues, possibly the same ones that had been haras

Jane With a fist clutching at my heart over my chest, I curl deeper into myself as my body jerks and spasms. The rejection had manifested into something that feels like a demonic hand which has somehow slid into into mouth and through my throat- completely blocking my airways, before grabbing my beating heart in a tight grip, ruthlessly and mercilessly squeezing the delicate organ.