Heartbeat Of Hummingbird Novels & Stories

But this time, I didn't feel a heartbeat. I felt the rhythmic beating of wings.

I breathe in a slow, shallow rhythm and let my feet find the floor. Three taps on my thigh. Two. One. The rhythm grounds me. A ritual for a ghost who has nearly forgotten her own name. I step back into the main suite, dragging my heels—mimicking the exhaustion of a woman three months into a difficult pregnancy. Forty-two heartbeats per minute. Too low for a human, but the DNA Key is already reshaping my cardiovascular system to handle the surges. A chime from the double doors.

Aurora Maxwell My heartbeat, that is all I could hear as it drums in my ear. It goes faster and faster, I don't know what to do to calm it down. I kept hearing it beat, how my heart pumps my blood trough my veins at a fast lighting speed. I tried to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But I only made it worse, it had become clear to me that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress or a ground,I wasn't too sure.

A single blip pulsed across the screen. Then another. A heartbeat. Fragile, but unmistakably there. A spark of life.

I nodded my head again as my words didn't come out of my mouth. King Zeus then left my bedroom. I closed the door and locked it. I placed my hands on my chest. My heart was beating wildly inside my rib cage. It had been a long time since I last felt my heart beating swiftly. It was the first time when my heart was going all crazy. Unlike vampires, Draculas had a beating heart, pumping fresh blood in their veins and breathing patterns like humans.

“Well, I’m going to the sports field to take a look. I wonder who, out of Hunter and the others, won or lost…” Orpheus stood still in place and did not move as he listened to Sienna. As he looked at Sienna’s back when she left, his gray pupils were filled with doubts that a robot should not have. He detected that the young lady’s mood fluctuation index was indeed abnormal just now. The abnormal judgment was a heartbeat. What was a heartbeat? He was puzzled. … The moment Sienna appeared on the sports field, Hunter and the others started screaming and calling out to her.

His eyes flickered down to my heaving chest. He could hear my heartbeat.

It's not just my future, but everyone I hold dear. When Kent stops abruptly and opens his ears, we pick up a faint heartbeat maybe half a mile away and it is definitely a shifter. There’s a very distinct difference if you know how to listen between a real animal and a hybrid human. The number of beats per minute is relative to the size of the creature and we’ve been trained extremely well. *Let’s go toward it. If it isn’t our partner I’m getting dinner without them,* Kent snarls, pushing on. After about two minutes a sweet scent suddenly wafts into our nose and I swear my heart nearly stops. My head immediately swirls with confusion and that can be deadly out here. The heartbeat is also movi

The longer I listen to it, the more I can pick out the fluttery ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP beneath. A heartbeat. My baby’s heartbeat. The little boy or girl growing in my stomach, the son or daughter I’m going to raise to be better than I ever dreamed I could be. I blink, and tears streak down my face. “Why is it so fast?” I whisper. “Is it okay?” “Yes.” Dr. Hanna smiles. “Right now, their heart should be beating about 160 times per minute, and this sounds perfect. It’ll even out as they grow.” In my mind’s eye, a girl with Dante’s eyes sprouts from a toddler to a teenager in seconds. A boy with Baba’s chin. A million children, all full of pieces of the people I’ve loved, grow in fast motion.

Her heartbeat is slow and weak. His partner, a younger woman with quick, efficient movements, pulls out her phone to communicate with the hospital. “I’m calling Dr. Green,” she announces, her tone professional as she steps aside for a moment of privacy. “I’m not sure how we can help her heartbeat get stronger, especially after the surgery.” Overhearing bits of the conversation, I catch her saying, “Dr. Green, we have Abby Joseph here with a very faint heartbeat and breathing with assistance only. What are your recommendations for transport?”