Glassheart Wattpad Novels & Stories

"The Heart is a pump. A biological engine prone to failure. My engine is absolute." "Your engine is hollow!" Jinyan roared, struggling to his feet. He wiped blood from his lip, his silver "Medea" scars glowing with a desperate, defensive light. "You can copy her face, you can copy her voice, but you can't copy the way she looks at me when the world is burning. You're a ghost in a machine, and I've spent my whole life fighting ghosts!" High above the chaos, in the reinforced glass observation booth, Grace watched the battle. Her small hands were pressed against the glass, her sapphire eyes wide with a terror that was beginning to shift into something else—something ancient.

How sad. Why did it have to be this complicated? "I need more time," Daisy muttered back in a small voice, averting her eyes as she turned away and grimaced. "How long?" Denver probed, frowning at her, "How much time do you still need? Don't tell me you're planning to run away again, Daisy. I swear, if you suddenly disappeared, I'm going to te-" "I'll tell him!" Daisy abruptly cut him off with a sneer, looking at Denver with watery eyes, "I'm not running away anymore, okay? I just—"

I knew it could not last and it couldn't be real but still, I fell for it. After having quite a wonderful time I decided to take a walk outside the castle. I looked at every aspect as if they were most interesting at the moment. I was not feeling my surroundings as I touched depressed flowers which had been longing for rain for long like me who is longing for my true love. I wondered if I could grant their wishes by giving them my tears. After all, I had plenty. I got startled just like the first time we met, was it going to be like the first time meeting in the forest. I ignored the uneasiness that was digging into my stomach and started humming to myself as if trying to get used to the hol

The wound across his chest was faintly glowing—where the reflection had torn out his heart, only light remained. “Edward,” I whispered, crawling toward him. “Please… please open your eyes.” No response. I pressed my hand to his chest. Nothing. Tears blurred my vision. I bent forward until my forehead rested against his. “You promised,” I said softly. “You said you wouldn’t leave me.” The mark on my wrist pulsed again, faster this time. I felt the Heart stirring, responding to my grief. “No,” I said quietly. “Not like this. You don’t get to take him from me.”

The very first time she ventured from the house, no less. For the entire ten-minute walk home—which had become somewhat of a panicked run since her encounter—Grace could not rid herself of the warm, tingling sensation that covered her entire body. Nor could she rid herself of the heaviness in her heart at having seen Caspian after so long. He was her biggest reason for not returning to Black Diamond. He was the ghost haunting her everywhere she turned, and being back in the hollow only made that sensation ten times worse.

she yelled his name in her mind. He was the only one to answer these numerous questions she had. Her mind finally succumbed to sleep. "Dex?!" she yelled his name trying to find him. It was too dark to see anything but she heard him weep, she found him sitting on the floor with the suitcase she had found but he was covered in blood and so was the suitcase. He stood up and began to walk closer to her but she stepped back, and the more she did the more he broke down and the more he faded from her eyes. When she could no longer see him, she wept and yelled his name but he never came back.

The silver in his eyes flickered violently, drowning beneath a tidal wave of grey fog. "I can't..." Caspian wheezed, his massive hands clawing at his own sternum, his fingernails gouging bloody furrows into his skin. "Rielle... she's pulling... the heart..." Morgessa was using the gateway in the suite. She was miles away from the physical chamber, but the proximity to Caspian in the valley was close enough to turn the key. She was squeezing the stolen heartbeat in the glass sphere under the mountain, using the connection to paralyze him where he knelt.

Her tears fell hot on my chest, mixing with the coldness of the poison that was already invading my lungs. His words echoed in my head like a distant echo, growing fainter and fainter. The pain, which had been unbearable, began to turn into a peaceful numbness. It was my moment. I would die there, on the lap of the female I loved, feeling her skin against mine for the last time. Suddenly, a deafening howl broke the silence of the forest, followed by the sound of breaking branches and heavy footsteps running toward us. “DILAN! HOLD ON, DAMN IT!” Garrett's voice boomed, but I was already submerged in a dark fog where only Katherine's tearful face shone like a small moon.

I could hear Glinda’s footsteps fast approaching from behind me, so I stepped aside to allow them to meet. Glinda stood in front of Agatha, cupped her cheeks, and scanned her daughter’s bandaged body. “Agatha, my princess. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not being there with you,” tears streamed down her cheeks as she pressed her lips on Agatha’s forehead. Her lips quivered as they lingered there for a few seconds. Both Glinda and Agatha’s bodies trembled with intense emotions: happiness, longing, regrets, and perhaps some more.

Austin and Agatha was smiling at one another as they were ready to see their eagerly awaiting clan. Weather was happy to see the two destined mates madly in love with each other. The three of them were worth the sacrifice of her life. THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! A throbbing pain washed over Weather’s heart. She was feeling a weird sensation over her chest. More noises was being heard from outside the portal. Almost faint like scream. “What is that?” asked Agatha. Weather wasn’t sure what it was, so she edged forward to the portal to check what it was.