Heart Dragon Novels & Stories

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

She was just staring blankly at the Doctor while blinking her eyes from time to time as if confirming that this isn’t a dream. “Kiara?” My body became cold as my hands starts to tremble while waiting for her or the doctor to say anything. “Systolic. The left ventricle of the heart, which pumps most of the blood, has become weaker. This happens because it’s gotten bigger. Since it is larger than before, the ventricle can’t contract the way it should. Because of that, your heart doesn’t pump with enough force to push blood throughout the body.” Kiara explained. Astonishment was all over her face.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, demanding the complete, profound weight of him. A whimper finally escaped her, not of distress, but of desperate need, a sound she had never known she possessed. She held on, riding the unfamiliar rhythm that had begun, fast, hot, and utterly consuming, right there in the sanctity of her small, lavender-scented bedroom. Every movement was a tremor, a powerful reminder that she was no longer just herself, but profoundly, physically bound to him.

"Every night, I dream of Stan. He begs me to help, saying that his chest hurts—that someone took away his heart. "Who could be so cruel to take away a child's heart? You're Stan's father! He always loved you and admired you, but he never came to you in your dreams?" James was sweating all over his brow, his voice cracking as he argued, "Please, Wanda. You must be paranoid and distraught. I'll take you on a trip when I have time, alright?"

People aren't that scared of me but the beasts in me, my bloody vampire blood thirst, all he wanna do is kill, suck blood and bent all his frustration cause we didn't have a mate. Dokata the most fierce wolf ever known in the history of werewolves, well that was exactly what Drake my best friend told me, he happened to be a wizard and know a bit too much like Damon had said. He doesn't like him for that. Damon, Dokota and Don are the three beasts inside of me, but no matter what beware of Damon; the demon who originated from hell. *Yes Mate!* Don said in agreement to what Dokata had said.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

She kept smiling happily, resting her head on his hard, warm chest. When Aurora smiled with her heart beating happily, Darius was busy plotting evil plans in his mind. During this week, he kept seducing her with his charms. He treated her gently, was kind to her, cared about her. He made her heart melt and flutter. He made her love him like crazy.

I looked around, and tried to go back to the kitchen, but Jax's tattooed hand on my hip prevented me from going anywhere other than the stairs. "Jax..." my heart was pounding violently in my chest. I couldn't say I fully trusted him, but there were times when Jax Jones was scary, and although I didn't believe in all the rumors... I knew he was dangerous; he was involved in some bad, very bad things, and he was a bad boy. "Jax..." "Wasn't it that you weren't afraid of me?" he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck.

I wished so badly that this was all just some horrible nightmare but the pain in my chest confirmed otherwise. My heart is hurting a lot, it hurts too much for this to just be a dream.