Heart With Sword Novels & Stories

I inform him roughly, shaking my head. He steps towards me, and I launch myself at him in an instant, relying heavily upon the element of surprise. My knife makes contact with his side, and he growls loudly in pain, his voice deep and throaty with rage. "You should not have done that." He spits out, and it's then I catch a glimpse at the liquid soaking through his robes. It's golden...like mine.

Then he tossed his lifeless body to the floor while still holding the man's beating heart. "Kill them and feed their heart to my babies," Oakley demanded. He gave the man's beating heart to one of his guards and walked out of the cell. Rehan followed him and the two went upstairs to the pack house. Because his hand was bloody, he decided to take a bath. All wolves said that Alpha Oakley has no heart, for he can kill someone in just a snap. He may be a handsome and perfect good-looking man but the truth about his dark side can't be ignored.

Hugo’s POV Before I have fallen in love with Eliana, the only thing I really want was to sit on the throne and rule our pack, and by the means of that, I have to cross all the line and do what I have to—so I could grasp the power in my hand, so I could beat my brother down; so I could make my father proud. But all that reasons seemed not able to make my heart ponder anymore, because as cheesy it may sound, it was only the thought of her that could make my mind be capable to be sane and my heart to beat. So the first thing my eyes landed into her—right in front of me, only had a few inches to make our arms touched, with almost three months I hadn’t be able to go near her—it was as if my tongu

Because Liam— My fingers moved to his chest. And froze. Blood soaked through his clothes, dark and thick. The sword had already been removed, but the wound… it was deep. Too deep. I pressed my hand gently over his heart. The beat was faint. Irregular. Struggling. Fear shot through me like ice. “His heart…” I murmured. Lucious leaned closer, panic flooding his face. “What about his heart?” “It didn’t pierce completely,” I said quickly, forcing myself to stay calm. “But it cut dangerously close. The blade damaged the area around it. His wolf is trying to heal, but…”

With a strong personality and few words, Diego exudes an aura of seriousness, but I know that behind that facade, he has a kind heart. Towering, almost two meters tall, Diego has a muscular body that intimidates at first glance. His military-style haircut enhances his firm and determined appearance. Although his posture and appearance might give the impression that he’s just a brute, I know his true self. He’s capable of gestures of affection and concern, always willing to listen and advise, becoming a trusted figure in my life.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Sera excitedly ran to the center where the wooden sword was displayed. Matthew opened the cover and Sera reached out for it. As soon as the sword was in her hand, Sera felt something warm ran through her entire body. It was as if a part of her had been missing and was given back. She could feel her heart beating fast in excitement from the feeling of the sword in her hand.

I tried the others but I wasn't able to carry it. I feel sad not knowing what to say or do. I feel like I was suffocating since I don't know if Cassandra will be able to carry one of them. I know that they all looked special but I don't know if Cassandra herself has the ability to carry this. I finally gave in but I know that things won't be the same anymore. I feel that things would change greatly after this. I promised myself not to give up easily. I felt a buzzing of an electric circuit entering my body and I realized it was from the sword I hold. I tried dropping it but it didn't fall and instead it charged toward my heart. I tried to dodge it with fear but I couldn't move a muscle and i

He seemed to be in an unnaturally deep sleep, almost as if something had knocked him out. Was he drugged? I had no clue, but the fact that he hadn’t stirred even with my presence in his room was unsettling. And then my eyes drifted to his body—beautiful and imperfect. There was a scar on his right rib cage, the kind that only came from a blade. Though faint, I could tell it was an old wound, healed over time. Another one ran along his collarbone, slightly darker, as if the wound had been deeper, perhaps more brutal. But it was the tattoo over his heart that caught my attention the most—a sword, inked deep into his skin, standing tall, like a symbol of war, power, and destruction.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zuriel drew a long sword and aimed it toward the back of her heart. Morticia could not help but be drawn in by the sword's power. Her lovely face turned pale instantly, and her heart was filled with anguish. Was that fate? "Your Majesty!" When Forsythe saw Morticia about to be stabbed by the sword, he roared and rushed forward, gritting his teeth and shielding Morticia's back with his own body. The next second, the sword pierced through Forsythe's heart, and blood gushed out instantly. The sword destroyed Forsythe's heart. His face was pale, and his entire body trembled violently. He fell to the ground with a smile on his face.