Heartminion Novels & Stories

But in her current case, Lyon is a trained knight who has outstanding fighting ability in every aspect of fighting due to him being trained by Commander Arthur. She plunged directly at him, her blunt spear pointing towards the upper right part of Lyon’s chest. A human's mana reserves come from the opposite side of their chest giving them two hearts. Thus if a human’s actual heart is destroyed in any way possible his second heart known as the Mana Core would supply him with life for a matter of days the longest being a week. Within that time frame the person can find a way to get a new heart either by some artificial machinery or by some Godly magic.

“Timothy, I’m asking you a question.” “Oh, were you asking me? Could you at least clarify who you were asking a question to? There’s so many of us here, so I can’t possibly tell who you’re speaking to.” Harmony felt like they were unfairly targeting her. Timothy proceeded to tell her, “Lynn Peterson. She’s the second daughter of Mr. Simon Peterson who used to play in a band with Uncle Dylan. She’s a mixed Celestria-Kasnian and is coming to Northtide to learn the cultural dance.”

Lucy The morning light seeped through the thin curtains, weak and pale, but it was enough to make me flinch. My head throbbed, a dull echo of adrenaline and exhaustion from the night before. I sat up slowly, the unfamiliar sheets rough beneath my fingers. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept in a bed that wasn’t heavy with fear, the kind that made the walls feel like they could close in on me. I swallowed hard. The room was small, plain, but clean. No pictures on the walls, no clutter—nothing to distract from the quiet hum of the house waking around me. The door was closed, locked from the inside, which was a comfort I didn’t expect to feel.

And the hum—soft, pulsing—came from her. Sophia knelt, heart pounding. “What’s your name?” The girl’s eyes fluttered open, bright as molten gold. “Mina.” Sophia exhaled. “Do you know what you’re hearing, Mina?” The girl smiled faintly. “I don’t hear it. It hears me.” --- Reykjavik. Elise read Sophia’s transmission three times before believing it. The words glowed faintly across her terminal: > SUBJECT EXHIBITS DIRECT HARMONIC RESPONSE. HEART RATE SYNCS TO LOCALIZED RESONANCE. PULSE POSSIBLY CONSCIOUS AGAIN.

"This is tonight." He angled the screen so I could see it. A plain grey table, six lines long. Idris at 6:10. Smith at 6:25, on his way out. And then, at 6:52, a line that read *M. ADEYEMI, ARM/RECORD, BOOTH 1, SCHEDULED UNTIL 23:59.* "Marcus," I said. My voice sounded very far away. "His card, his password." Drake's eyes moved down the screen and stopped. "And there's a sync set for midnight to an address outside the building."

“It is already doing it.” Silence. She stared at the screen. Then whispered, “So what name does it give us.” That question changed the room again. Even the system seemed to pause. Then the text updated. Slowly. Deliberately. COHERENCE ENTITY DESIGNATION: “A-01/A-02 INTERLOCKED HEART STATE” Silence. Anna blinked slowly. “…interlocked heart state.” Adrian read it silently again. Then said quietly, “That is not standard nomenclature.”

The rhythm was neither fast nor slow, each step landing with a perfect, chilling precision, as if a heel were pressing down directly on our heartbeats. A tall figure in an old-fashioned nurse's uniform materialized in the shadowed hallway, pushing a creaking medical cart laden with rows of oversized, gleaming syringes. Her face was completely hidden in the deep shadow beneath her cap. [It's the Head Nurse! S-rank Boss! Her rule is simple—any player with an abnormal heartbeat gets "treated"!] [This is it! The newbie-killer! Fear makes your heart race, and if it races, you die! It's an impossible check!]

The heavy doors slammed shut behind them, and a suffocating silence dropped over the room like a corpse. I stood there in the center of the room with my pulse racing and my body aching, furious that I only wanted one person. The rage that followed was clean, cold, and razor-sharp. How the fuck did a common brunette with bleach-scarred hands steal the only part of me that still worked? I pulled out my phone and dialed my right hand. “Warehouse. Ten minutes. Bring the car.” “On my way, boss,” Hernandez replied immediately. Twenty minutes later, the gritty industrial district rolled past the tinted windshield of the black SUV in long, blurred streaks of yellow sodium light.

The doctors kept adjusting its parameters, but they still couldn't stabilize it. Helena stood outside the glass wall, her face whiter than the ceiling lights. Her voice was low and heavy when she spoke. "Quentin, how exactly are Aiden and Geraldine linked?" Quentin's hands never stopped moving. His forehead was slick with sweat. He knew that at this point, there was no way to keep hiding the truth. He said quietly, "Mr. Ziegler's artificial heart isn't a standard mechanical heart. It's the only successful bio-neural artificial heart that Ziegler Group's labs have ever produced.

CARDIAC ARREST DETECTED. [ACTIVATING EMERGENCY PROTOCOL...] [BINDING CONFIRMED. WELCOME, HOST CHLOE. THE BILLIONAIRE QUEEN SYSTEM IS NOW ONLINE.] Chloe gasped, a massive surge of adrenaline and raw, crackling energy flooding her veins. Her eyes snapped open. The pain in her chest vanished, replaced by an intoxicating, burning power. [FIRST MISSION GENERATED: SURVIVAL.] [OBJECTIVE: Humiliate the Cheater to restart your heart. Deliver one physical strike to the target (Liam) within the presence of at least 50 witnesses.]