Heartbeat Of Hummingbird Novels & Stories

"Resonance holds at zero back-pressure. Rhys, your heart rate is holding steady at one hundred and twelve." Rhys paused, his chest heaving as steam rose off his sweat-sheened skin in the freezing air. He looked up at the observation deck, a dark, dangerous smile touching his lips. "It feels like nothing, Little Wolf. The harness isn't just taking the impact—it’s anticipating my movement before my muscles even contract."

I’m able to move my hand, and it brushes against something warm. I open my eyes and search the area in front of me. There’s a soft, natural light flowing through the room. I can hear multiple heartbeats, other than my own. One is small and flutters quickly, almost like a little hummingbird. The other is stronger and steadier. “You’re awake.” His deep voice washes over me, causing a shiver to go up my spine.

He is unbelievable! “I can’t b-breathe,” I uttered. This man did not listen and still looking out at the window. His Adam’s apple is moving slowly, and I can’t help but listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I couldn’t hear the noise surrounding us, but his heartbeats were audible. It was the first time I heard someone’s heartbeat. I have keen hearing for miles away, but this thing is different. I can listen to his blood flowing directly into the vessels connected to his heart. I look sideways and try to fight this rising feeling in me. It is not right! I barely know this man, so I should step back. Moving backward was the next thing I did, but it was the wrong move. The man hugged me, and m

’ Heart thought. “Why are you making my heart beat like this, huh?!” Cullen screamed angrily as he grabbed Heart’s hand and put it on his chest. Heart’s eyes widened more and he could even feel and hear his heart fluttering. ‘His heartbeat, it is so loud.’ Heart thought while looking at her hand on his chest. ‘But, why?! I don’t understand.’ Heart thought, she was still clueless and speechless about this.

Like blows. Or a huge heart beating.

“Is this real?” Eyes enormous, she nodded. The room became so silent I could almost hear her heartbeat. I let my finger run down her throat, over the choker, to the point where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. I rested my finger on that spot, and felt the blood inside her flowing swiftly, frantically.

Jack held vigil at my side until I’d finally regained control of my faculties and was able to stand. He held me close while I tested my legs for stability. I rested my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes while I listened to the steady beat of his heart. It beat at twice the rate of a human heart. I estimated two-hundred beats per minute. I slipped my hand through the front of his tunic and caressed his flesh. It was warm and supple. Pulling his tunic further from his flesh, I nuzzled my face like a kitten seeking comfort.

What am I supposed to do? I press my ear to his chest, desperate to hear something—anything. His fur is warm against my cheek, but I can't hear past the blood rushing in my own ears. Breathe. I need to breathe. I force myself to take a shaky breath, then another. And there—underneath my panic, underneath everything—I hear it. Faint. Irregular. But there. A heartbeat. "Okay," I whisper, trying to steady my shaking hands. "Okay, you're alive. You're alive."

I ask. “That’s your pup’s heartbeat. It’s a healthy and strong heartbeat too.” She says.