Frozen Heart Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

At this point, I think He enjoys seeing me lose control while he remains calm. And yet I stand there. Frozen. My body refusing to listen to my pride. My mind screams at me to move, to step back, to create distance. But my feet feel rooted to the ground, and my hands feel heavy at my sides. And I am painfully aware of everything. The way his chest rises and falls slowly. How his eyes are fixed on my lips. And his palm pressed lightly against the wall beside my head. He looks calm, but there is something else in his eyes. Something darker. And it does not look like hate.

She poured every ounce of her purification light into the obsidian. ​A crack formed. Then another. ​With a sound like a shattering glacier, the obsidian bars burst outward. Elara dove into the chest cavity. ​Inside, the world was a nightmare of shifting shadows. Thick, pulsing veins of corruption hung from the ceiling like weeping willow branches. In the center of the chamber floated the Heart. It was a jagged, pulsing diamond the size of a carriage. It held a swirling, black smoke. That smoke had a face.

"You need to live, Natalie, to really feel what you feel for me without the drugs." I got it then. He did not want me to just give in; he wanted my heart, my real feelings. However, he did not understand that my heart had died a long time ago, back when the Davis family took my parents from me. Sure, that new drug kept me cool, and it took the edge off the pain. However, it was just the edge. The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever.

Winnie covered her face and asked in agony, "Do you hate me so much? You... you wouldn't even leave me a single word." Just then, the assistant came running in again. "Ms. Lowe, we have an issue! The police are here. They want to investigate you for stealing a donor heart and wasting resources. And... a passing car recorded Mr. Morgan's death... Now, the netizens are cursing us." Winnie was quiet, feeling only a slight sense of dizziness while her ears buzzed. Her heart ached intensely just as Klose’s once had. She clutched her chest tightly, and then she passed out after a moment of dizziness.

Lyra’s golden light erupted outward. The elderly woman raised a hand. Reality itself seemed to bend. For one impossible moment, the entire Heart stopped moving. Frozen. Held in place by sheer will. But I could see the strain on her face. The effort was costing her. A lot. The woman looked at Isabella. Urgency replacing calm. “Listen carefully.” The Heart groaned. The darkness pushed harder. Cracks spread through the frozen space. The woman took a shaky breath. Then spoke the words that made my blood run cold.

Cassian bowed his head, forehead nearly touching mine. “Then do it.” Damien roared from the archway. “No!” Too late. My blood sank through Cassian’s shirt. Into silver light. Into the Heart. Into him. The world turned white. For one endless second, I felt everything. Cassian’s chains. His screams under Black Hollow. His sister’s betrayal. Damien’s blade. The Heart forced into his chest. Twenty-one years of darkness. Twenty-one years of not dying. Twenty-one years of waiting without knowing whether anyone would ever come.

He took out his phone. "Armani come here now!" "What happened this time?" Armani asked as he stepped into the darkroom Dex invited him to. The lights came on and a woman laying on the floor with her face covered up came in view "Whose our new prey? Do I get to have her before you do?" Dex glared at Armani before landing his fist on his. "It is my wife!" he yelled. Armani retraced his steps "Why did you bring her here?!" he asked tending to his bleeding lips.

The faces of the frozen wolves passed by, their silent screams echoing through the very air, a chilling testament to the Heartstone's perversion. I felt their despair, their life force stolen, a sickening emptiness that threatened to seep into my own soul. But I pushed it back, focusing on Olivia, on the life force she represented. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the Heartstone. It pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of black, corrupted energy pulsing beneath its crystalline surface, feeding the ice that held the wolves captive. It was a monstrous, beautiful thing, a power source twisted to malevolent ends.

My heart slows. Everything goes dark.

For a heartbeat, my body forgets how to work—and forgets how to breathe. I don’t even realize I’m not breathing. It feels like being dropped into icy water—everything going cold and hot at the same time. My lungs lock. The world tilts. Sound fades to a dull roar. I just stand there, stunned, lips burning, mind blank. When he pulls back, his eyes aren’t green anymore. They’re dark. Not shadow-dark. Wolf-dark. The kind of dark that means he’s barely holding his wolf by the throat. “Breathe,” he says—and damn him, there’s a smirk there.