Heart Of Darkness Characterization Novels & Stories

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

However, after Jebediah left, Charlotte clearly captured the suffocating guilt that flashed across his eyes. ‘See! This is the real Zachary Connor! This regal and arrogant devil might have a cold heart, but it’s like a treasure chest that’s filled with endless tenderness.’ In fact, Zachary still loved Lorraine. However, in order to be responsible when it came to his wife and make Lorraine give up on him, he had always been resolute and ruthless on the surface— Still, even when he was absolutely cruel to Lorraine on the surface, he would still feel guilt and agony deep down. It was just that he would conceal it and never reveal it...

"Don't even think of running away. You clearly know what's at stake here. Now go back to your fucking room and wait 'til the ceremony starts." Silly of me to forget how much of a demon this man is. I wanted to laugh because of anger. How could I have thought there was any mercy left in him? I must have been out of my mind for a moment to think that he actually has a heart. No, he doesn't. He's handsome and rich but his heart is dark and evil. I pushed his arm away from me and stood properly. I violently wiped away the tears and gave him an evil look. I smiled sarcastically despite the tears.

"Get up. You're going to make this up to me. I have a job for you. And you'd better not fuck it up." I scrambled to my feet. I kept my head low, but I tried my best to read her expressions. It was the easiest way for me to read what a person really meant. Her dark eyes scared me. They were full of power and vengeance. I'd never seen anyone with so much hate in their soul before. "What can I assist you with, Blessed Karma? I would give my life to you." And I really would. Karma dictated everyone's life. This was one force of nature I really didn't want pissed off at me. I really did make a grave mistake.

The bang echoed repeatedly in her drowsy brain, and she could slowly feel herself losing her grasp on reality. Before she completely slipped away, she managed to peer through blurry eyes at the mechanical precision of the hijackers, as she watched them bash the doors open, a godlike figure of a man clad in the darkest hues sauntered in, his garb told tales of his inner demons and he strode forth into the scene like an envoy from the darkest recesses of human nature. Only one man could carry such darkness within him. At that moment for reasons unbeknownst to her, the fear and tension receded and she stretched forth a trembling hand, asking for salvation.

What could be my darkest truth? I’d spent my entire life being told I was nobody. But what if… what if I wasn’t? What if the Mirror of Veritas revealed something even I didn’t know I carried? Would it show fire? Light? Chaos? Would it echo the hunger that had kept me alive all these years? Or would it show the darkness I tried to bury, the part of me that made Desmond dead? “I’m half- blood,” I whispered. “Blackcroft judges not your blood, nor your species. It judges the force that dwells in your soul, the fire that burns within your spirit.”

He stated and I gasped. Antonio is the devil himself not the son! Even the devils son would have some kind of limitations and that's why Antonio can't be the devil's son, he is the devil himself. He has no limitations and though I've never considered murdering someone, if I was given the opportunity to kill him, I would and I won't even feel anything. He isn't human or a werewolf who had a heart, I feel like there was black and dark room where his heart is supposed to be.

My heart does a little somersault when I see that he is closer to my window. I see him a little clearly now. The sky is dark, and the storm is getting terrible. Yet he stands there, unfazed, untouched by everything around him. The sky brightens up suddenly with a bolt of lightning, and a second later, thunder crashes loudly. I jerk from the sound, but in the split second of bright light, I catch a glimpse of his eyes. They're dark, soulless, as dark as a bottomless abyss. The remaining half of his face is hidden behind a black face mask.

Each step felt heavy, like I was walking through quicksand, or walking the plank. When we reached the entrance of the pack house, I saw him. Denderick was waiting there; his tall, imposing figure was hard to miss. Now, it only made my heart ache even more. His blonde hair caught the light of the sun, and his chiseled features were as handsome as ever, but there was a darkness in his eyes, a sadness that mirrored my own.

She was very aware of my abilities. “What the fuck is the heart of darkness?” Kyran asks. “I can store my heart outside of my body. A trusted friend has safely kept it since I was around 50 and learned I had this ability. When I “die”, I will reform where my heart is being kept.” I explain. “That is why Tiernan did not feel any pain when we saw what happened to you.” Cahir points out. “I may have been killed, but I did not die, well in the normal sense. Unless something happens to the person with my heart, I can never die.” I add.