Glassheart Wattpad Novels & Stories

“If this is the way it’s going to be, it will be one very long pregnancy.” Gwendoline laughed as she helped pry the heart from my grip. The one thing I didn’t know -and Luthias forgot during his overprotective coddling- was that when a vampire’s heart stopped beating it would attach itself to anything warm in an attempt to rejuvenate itself. My hand provided plenty of warmth. “The lass has a point,” she said with pleasure and amusement as she tossed the heart away. She’s surprisingly tough. We might do well to consider her part of the team instead of a child needing protection.”

Humiliation prickled across my skin, sharp and unrelenting. I felt my cheeks burn, my hands trembling at my sides. At the corner of my eyes I saw Grace walked to Wilson and leaned closer to Wilson, whispering something, and he smirked. “You’ve waited for this day,” Gabs said, voice cutting through the clearing, “and yet, you have nothing. You bring shame even to yourself.” I felt my chest tighten, a knot of hurt and disbelief. I had imagined this night as radiant, magical, my wolf singing for me, my mate finally finding me.

"A penny for your thoughts?" I kiss her instead. With a hand on her thigh, I seal the moment with a kiss, and not the heart-wrenching word about to break free. Maybe my kiss might give my thoughts away, but at least the words remain unsaid. She places a palm on my chest, kissing me back and killing me softly. Another thing kills me at this point. The sharp pain that spreads in my chest. I sever the kiss, falling back into my side of the carriage. Something's wrong with Moon Grove. I might be far away, but the water in the tunnel is still under my control. It's from me. If someone tampers with it, they tamper with me.

Ryan gazed at the face that had haunted his thoughts for months. The storm of panic raging inside him finally began to quiet. Then, he pulled me into a crushing embrace, his voice shaking. "Emma… You finally came back." To him, I was a treasure he had almost lost forever. To me, his presence was a curse I could not escape. I shoved him away with every ounce of strength I had and tried to slam the door in his face. He asked, "Emma, what happened? Please tell me. Why is this happening? Whatever it is, we can fix it if you just talk to me."

After a few quick words of reassurance, they split in different directions. Sophia’s heart felt heavy as she watched Ethan disappear into the trees. A cold knot twisted in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she would ever see him again. --- **Hours Later** Sophia had been walking for what felt like an eternity. Her legs ached, and her ankle was screaming in protest with every step, but she refused to stop. Ethan’s instructions echoed in her mind—find the cabin, stay low, wait for the others. It was a simple enough plan, but nothing about their circumstances felt simple anymore.

As of three minutes ago, Gracie had replied. Gracie: “I trusted you and gave you my heart! How could you do this to me?? Was this just some sick game??? I never want to see you again. Please, stay the hell away from me!”

༺❀༻ Back in her dorm room, Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, replaying the kiss in her head like it was a movie she had watched a hundred times. Zara walked in quietly, raising an eyebrow. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Sophia smiled faintly. “Better than a ghost.” Zara dropped onto the other bed. “Let me guess, you guys were even more lovey-dovey.” Sophia blinked. “How did you know?” Zara smirked. “Because you’re smiling like you’ve been holding your breath for years.” Sophia looked down at her hands. Then whispered, “He said he loved me. And we kissed . ”

Or even my father. This was about power. I took a step toward the lake, ignoring the pain in my chest and the guilt crawling up my throat. She stayed behind, silent now. Maybe realizing I wasn’t her mate anymore. Not the boy she once knew. I dove into the water. The fight began. Blood. Steel. Gunpowder. And in the center of it all, the Heartroot Flower pulsed like a heartbeat—waiting for me. LANA’S POV Day Five – Somewhere in the Black Forest

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.

She felt a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead, and she realized that the peace they had fought so hard for was slipping through her fingers like dry sand. "I do not understand how they could just disappear from a room that is guarded by the strongest warriors in the entire pack and has windows that are locked from the inside. I can still feel the warmth of my baby on the sheets, but his heartbeat is gone from my ears and the room feels like a tomb instead of a nursery," Grace screamed. She looked at Katy, who was clutching a small blue hat that had belonged to her own son, her face a mask of pure horror and disbelief.