Heart Dragon Novels & Stories

“Protection doesn’t mean ownership, Alexander. And it doesn’t mean secrecy. I need to know that what we have isn’t conditional.” He stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair, the intensity of his emotions making the room feel smaller, hotter, charged. “You’re asking me to tear down walls I’ve spent years building, to risk everything for something I can’t guarantee even to myself.” She rose to meet him, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “I’m asking you to risk it for us,” she said softly. “Because I can’t keep pretending that the contract gives me rights to your heart. I want your heart freely. Not because of terms, not because of structure, not because

Anders stepped up to the bed and sternly replied, "No, she doesn't. She wants you to be strong and live again and be patient until you can be togehter again. Now, I want you to stop this foolishness. No more death talk!" He contunued to mumble a string of profanities at Anders and Finn, refusing to look at them when he heard Finn say, "Anders, you know what he needs. He needs another shock to his system. One that will jumpstart his heart, so that he knows he's alive." "True, true. What do you propose?" Drake looked from one to the other and shook his head, saying "No! Nope! Don't you dare Finn!"

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

¨"He rumbled, his eyes oddly tender where moments before they were glazed with lust. He placed her small hand on the left side of his chest where his heart beat steadily, and her other hand was pressed into her own chest, over her heart. ¨Can you feel it?¨ He asked softly, his eyes gazing intently at her, and as she concentrated, April could feel both heartbeats, simultaneously beating as one. ¨I am yours April, I have traveled from a very distant land to find the one person whose heart beats with mine, for me as I do for her, and now that I´ve found you I will be yours until my last breath, that is the dragonś way.¨

You must've made a mistake! The examiner looked at her with a mix of confusion and deep reproach in her eyes. "It wasn't a congenital heart defect. This was stress-induced cardiomyopathy caused by prolonged, chronic anxiety and fear. "It's a condition caused by long-term emotional abuse, fear, and accumulated trauma, and the pain is excruciating when it strikes. There's no way she never mentioned it to you." Suddenly, Mom remembered the way I had clutched my chest and frantically shaken my head on the bungee platform yesterday. I had wept and pleaded, "My chest hurts, Mom… I'm in so much pain…"

Dmitri's sending the neutralization protocol now, but Dad, we need to get you into surgery immediately. The bioweapon is synthetic, it lodges in your heart, slowly weakening the muscle until activation triggers massive heart attack. Surgery can remove it, but we're running out of time." Dr. Chen rushed in with a surgical team. "Mr. Lothan, we need to prep you for emergency cardiac surgery. Now." "Based on what diagnosis?" I demanded. "Some wild claim from Dmitri Volkov" "Based on this." Dr. Chen showed me scans of my heart. A small foreign object was visible,

the doctor began, her voice careful, “after reviewing your tests, I noticed something concerning your heart. You have a condition called an atrial septal defect—a hole in your heart. It’s the same condition that your mother has, and while it’s usually manageable, we need to monitor it closely.” Scarlett’s face drained of color as she absorbed the information. “A hole… in my heart? I’ve never been told about this before,” she murmured, gripping the sides of her chair. Noemi’s hand tightened around hers as the doctor continued. “It’s a congenital condition, meaning you were likely born with it, but sometimes symptoms don’t appear until later in life. Have you noticed any unusual heart palpitat

Instantly, a powerful pressure full of ferocious aura surged from the iron box! The iron box also shook violently with a loud clanging sound. Roger raised his hand and pressed it in the air! The iron box went quiet. Then, the iron box was opened. Inside was a pure black stone that looked like a heart. It was flickering with red and black lights. “Dragon Heart!” Christian shouted and took immediate action, grabbing the Dragon Heart inside the box with one hand! “How dare you?!” Roger roared and struck out with his palm that carried the might of lightning, giving a blast that went straight for Christian’s stomach!

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.