Heartbeats Knife Novels & Stories

It was satisfying seeing him helpless knowing that I was getting the revenge I deserved. I reached the pulsating organ and I dropped the knife. I stared Titan in the eye as I dug down to retrieve his heart which I did most painfully, pulling it with all my might to increase the pain, "To hell where you belong!" I pulled it out with force and stuffed it in his mouth which was wide open from pain.

I heard a soft crunch of bone as the knife passed through her ribcage: tearing apart flesh and tendons, pushing through her steadily pulsing heart. It was so easy, I thought. So easy to pierce a foreign object into the human body, so easy to stop that heart that beat ever so fiercely, giving life to the person. It was an added bonus that the knife was silver. She would never recover from this. As I sank the knife into the girl's chest, I watched as the life slowly bled out of her. Her eyes slowly turned glassy, and her head fell backwards. Quickly, I grabbed her neck, supporting it as it went to the ground. Blood spread all around us as she slowly bled, matching the fiery colour of her hair.

She immediately took her hand away from the knife with her eyes wide open in shock when she saw blood dripping from the hand of the person she loved the most. Lucian threw the knife on the floor and took the baby in her arms into his arms. The baby was crying in fear. Selina stood still with her body trembling. Tears dripped from her empty eyes. She took a step as her dying heart told her something. "Selina!" Lucian and her uncle called her name in shock as she stabbed the knife that was on the floor right into her heart. Her body fell to the floor with blood flowing from her wound.

' Seeing the bemused and perplexed faces, the reporter told them. "He is not dead. He is just there..." as Beth turned her head and pointed towards the living room, she saw a silhouette of a tied man holding something shiny and hopping fast towards them with muffled noises. Before she could finish her sentence, a fountain of blood gushed out, painting her view. Suddenly, she felt weak and mouth agape. She could not help but look down. There, she saw a six-inch knife puncture her body. At the fifth intercostal space, right at the position of her heart.

Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!” I collapsed. I was unable to support myself any longer. Fine shards of glass pierced my skin and stained the floor crimson. Hearing the commotion, my best friend Beryl rushed over in a panic. She held me and looked horrified. She shouted at Bryan, “Aria gave you her heart! She relies on an artificial heart now. She can’t drink! She’ll die! Do you even understand that?!”

Fucking prick. “Now, you’re going to watch me carve out your stupid heart. An eye for an eye, right? That girl, my girl, the one you put your hands on…she has my heart, and you touched it.” I ground my teeth together. “You touched what’s mine..so it’s only right I reciprocate. But the thing is, I’m going to do more than just touch..I’ll take it. Your heart.” I drove the knife into his heart region, and his pupils dilated with fear, a tear slipping out. I felt a wetness on my knee that was pressed into his lower body, and I looked down to see he had peed his pants.

The neckless bounced and the third hand on the clock moved twice as the large hunter with a braided beard pulled a five-inch blade from his belt and aimed for Kade. “No!” I slide between Kade and the hunter, but it was too late. The knife cut into Kade’s abdomen. It was as if I was possessed again. I kicked the knife out of his hand and smashed my size five sneaker into his knee. I moved faster than anyone else. My mate dropped to the floor and the other hunters quickly took out the other betas. I knocked out the other hunter. He was a big guy but smaller than the other one cradling his broken knee on the floor.

Maybe I could get to it… No Jenny, focus on now! I opened the one drawer, grabbing hold of the sharpest knife and held it up. “I will cut out your bloody hearts and feed them to you” I snapped. “O sweetheart, we don’t have hearts” the one smirked, having reached the counter. He started to move to the left, the other one to the right. Crap…