Frozen Heart Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

Tyla’s POV The Rewritten Bond Darkness wasn’t empty. That was the first thing I realized. It wasn’t quiet or still or numb. It pulsed. Like a heartbeat. Like three heartbeats. Boom. Boom. Boom. One heavy and fierce, shaking the dark like a war drum. One sharp but faltering, flickering in and out like a cracked star. And one—mine—glowing from the center, expanding outward like fire learning how to breathe.

To come crashing through the darkness like he always did, like he had before, tearing through hell itself to reach me. I wished for the sound of his voice, his touch, his fury. I wished for the way his presence silenced every storm inside me. But all I had now were shadows and pain. And the whisper of a bond that still pulsed—just once—in the deepest corners of my heart. My eyes fluttered open just in time to see the next dose being prepared. It was different. The vial was darker—so black it swallowed the light, thick and slow like tar. It pulsed inside the syringe as if alive, angry, ancient.

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

Heart beating under my ribcage with crazy number of bit per second,threatening to give up any second. No Please. At least I want to see the light before I die. Not in this darkness I want to die. But as if my pleas have no effect instead of granting me light, it turned darker if that is even possible.Darkness began to consume me. I would have screamed but I have no voice. Then suddenly as if some strong force is attracting the darkness, a thin ray of spark makes it's way and soon began to expand until it replaces the darkness . This sudden light makes me shut my eyes tight.But when I open them , what I see escalates my heart bit way faster than before if that is even possible.

And then, like a heartbeat, the ground beneath me pulsed, and the void around me began to transform. When the darkness receded, I found myself in a forest. Not the lush, vibrant woods of the pack’s territory, but a place twisted and unfamiliar. The trees were gnarled and blackened, their branches stretching out like skeletal hands against a crimson sky. The air smelled of ash and decay, and the ground beneath my feet was soft, almost spongy, as if it were alive. My darker self appeared again, her figure emerging from the shadows like a phantom. She looked at me with the same knowing smirk, her glowing eyes piercing through the oppressive atmosphere. “This is the second trial,” she said, her

I didn’t feel my body hit the ground, but when the sensation returned to my fingers and toes and my eyes cracked open all I saw was the orange hues of the twilight sky above me. Chaos had once again ensued around me, in the distance I could see Jasper fighting Dark, but by the sluggish movements, I knew Dark’s power was affecting him. Frozen in my position I watched as Jasper collapsed to his knees, looking completely drained of energy and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. Dark held a dagger over Jasper’s spent body, ready to thrust the silver blade into his chest when a scream bubbles from my chest.

I tried to get into Star’s mind but the only thing I could read was his anger for me. I averted my eyes then took a deep breath, 'Zero, help me.' Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I was stunned when I saw that Shadow, Cloud and Ice were carrying Dark, anger immediately flowed into my heart when I saw his condition. Who did this to him? A broken heart is all that's left I'm still fixing all the cracks Lost a couple of pieces when

I smiled at the thought. She has finally thawed my frozen heart... And I hoped it wasn't too late...

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

his friendly tone has completely changed, he is authoritarian and cold, the shoulders walk in his direction and they respond “Yes, boss...” they leave before him, leaving us alone “Honey, rest, I'll come to see you in a while and we'll continue this conversation...” He smiles broadly and I see in his eyes a flash of madness that scares me. He turns and leaves the room, locking the door, he started to run and although I know it's useless I move the doorknob, lay my head on the cold surface of the wood and sigh, tears begin to run down my cheeks and I start to cry silently, I turn around and lean on it, I slide to the ground and allow myself to cry not only out of fear and despair, I cry becau