Heart Ripped Out Of Chest Novels & Stories

The sharp agony that coursed through his chest felt as though a thousand knives were piercing his flesh. Ackerly's chest was pierced multiple times, as if by the sharp edge of a blade. He clutched at his chest, hoping to alleviate the searing pain, but to no avail. The man's countenance betrayed a profound sense of heartbreak. A piercing cry of anguish escaped his lips. Ackerly had been grasping onto any and all things within reach. The excruciating pain coursing through his body had become unbearable. "Help! Please help me." The plea escaped his lips in a desperate whisper, as he clutched at his chest, willing the pain to subside.

I groan loudly when the sharp tip of his horn pierces through my skin and impales me. The ghastly beast pulls back, and I dare to look down. My hand comes up to cover the gaping hole in my chest where blood oozes out at a rapid speed. He had missed my heart, but I struggled for breath realizing he had busted my lung. There was no coming back from this for me. Even if I had the full effects of the knight's gifts and my own, I couldn’t survive this. Slowly, I felt the life drain from me. I slid to the floor, my energy depleted, my heart slowing.

Something inside my chest cracked. Physically. Sharply. Zey howled. Not angry. Not territorial. Pain. Raw, brutal pain that ripped through our bond like barbed wire. My knees buckled. I caught the edge of the counter before my knees started to give in It felt like I was about to hit the floor. Her eyes went wide. “Are you okay?” No. I wasn’t okay. Not even remotely. My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside out. My lungs wouldn’t pull in a full breath.

And I could feel it. Not in the wind whispering through the trees. Not in the shifting shadows dancing across the walls. But deep in my chest— low, insistent, and aching. Something was wrong. I gasped suddenly, my hand flying to my chest. Pain, sharp and searing twisted beneath my ribs, and for one terrifying heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. My lungs locked. My heart thundered. The bond tugged violently, like a thread yanked taut, trembling with fear and agony.

I felt a tight sharp pain in my chest. The tears came without warning, they blurred my vision and choked my throat. I couldn’t stop them, couldn’t even control the sobs that wracked my body. Each tear felt as if a piece of my heart was being ripped out, my heart went, as it went all out for Asher, the tears hot and heavy as it rolled down my cheeks. I gasped for air, but it felt like I was drowning, suffocating. My chest tightened, a sharp pain that made it hard to breathe as if an iron band was squeezing the life out of me.

His dagger hit the ground with a dull clatter. “You should’ve run,” I whispered, low and final. And then I did what none of them thought I would, I plunged my hand into his chest, flesh tore like soaked parchment. Ribs cracked beneath my grip. Theo’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream, his pupils dilating as I found his heart, I clenched and ripped it free.

She had several cuts and bruises forming from the impact. I removed my arm from its destination, I had made a crater in Alex’s chest. I the middle of her breast was my hand and the organ I clenched into my hand. I had ruptured Alex’s chest and pulled out her beating heart. I could feel it beat one more time before I ripped it out of her chest cavity. I was tempted to take a bite out of the organ and absorb Alex’s limited power, however the thought made me growl. I don’t want any part of the traitorous bitch in my body.

“Go. There’s a car waiting about a hundred meters from here.” “No” I suddenly feel like shit. Kneeling in front of her, I lifted her black fitted shirt and saw a blood dripping endlessly from her right chest. Far from the heart, but if it pierced her lungs, it wouldn’t take her ten minutes and her lungs will be filled with blood. “Dammit.” “Go!” Alexa pushed me away, but her force was quickly fading.

I get him cuffed before staggering to Chelsea's door. I weakly knock on the door and moments later Chelsea opens the door. I give a weak smile before collapsing in her arms. She braces me against the door and examines the wound on my side. I start gasping for breath and she lays me on my back, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. I cough up blood and she rips open my shirt sticking her finger inside my wound. "He went through your floating ribs and punctured your lung. I have to keep my finger in or you'll die," she chokes quietly as I find it a little easier to breathe.

Just as I release the breath that I am holding he moves. A sharp pain hits my chest and my hands fly up to protect myself. I hear the fabric of my shirt shred before I feel it being ripped from my skin. A ferocious roar from behind me makes a click go off inside my head that he just did something violating. The chill in the room hits the top of my breast and my bare stomach as my hands fly to my hips.