Frozen Heart Cartoon Novels & Stories

Heather asked as she leapt again. “Maybe destroy it, don’t eat it. We don’t know what that thing’s magic could do!” Archer shouted psychically. “Yeah, yeah, this thing didn’t exactly look like a snack!” Heather chastised him, chomping on the heart. For a brief second, all of the body parts convulsed. She shook her head, trying to tear it apart. Then, in her jaws, the heart started frantically beating again. “Fuck!” Heather shouted, trying to resist the urge to spit this thing out. “A little help?”

He didn't try to use his weapon; he threw his weight against the main pressure valve, trying to seal the intake lines before the silver reached the Heart. But he was too slow. The silver wave hit the base of the central tank, and the purple liquid inside turned into a blinding, sapphire blue ice in a single, silent second. The Paris Heart didn't explode. It froze. And then, the massive glass cylinder began to crack under the expansion of the silver ice, the fissures spreading upward like a winter frost toward the platform where Antoine stood.