Heartsong Novels & Stories

We lау іn complete silence аѕ hе drеw сіrсlеѕ wіth hіѕ thumb gеntlу along mу ѕtоmасh. I closed mу еуеѕ concentrating оn hіѕ tоuсh, lіѕtеnіng tо hіm ѕоftlу hummіng a tunе. When hе reached thе сhоruѕ, I fіnаllу rесоgnіѕеd thе ѕоng аnd smiled. “Thаt’ѕ mу fаvоurіtе Lіfеhоuѕе ѕоng.”

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

the Elder shouted with a menacing sneer. As if in response to his hostility, I opened my mouth and began to sing a beautiful melody, a haunting sound that resonated throughout the courthouse. The vibration of my voice shook the walls as I adjusted my pitch, channeling the low growl that had resonated during the gathering. Dean remained unfazed now that his transformation was complete, but the Elders were visibly shaken. I focused my energy, honing the frequency of my song to a pinpoint target—the Primary Elder's heart.

The sound of the echocardiogram machine filled the hospital room, rhythmic beeps punctuating the heavy silence. Daphne struggled to open her eyes, her eyelids feeling impossibly heavy. As she blinked, the bright light streaming through the hospital's windows assaulted her senses, making her wince. Everything felt surreal,her body was sore, her mind disoriented, and the sterile smell of antiseptic stung her nose. Slowly, the memories of the night before came flooding back,the fight with Leo, being thrown out, the pain in her stomach. Panic seized her chest, and her hand instinctively flew to her belly. Her fingers pressed against the soft curve, desperate for some sign, some reassurance.

The Heart glowed between them, brighter than ever. And across creation, from the smallest atom to the oldest god, the new rhythm whispered— > thrum … thrum … thrum … The sound of freedom. The sound of remembrance. The sound of love reborn. And the universe sang. ---

*** Elena stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom, her fingers curled tightly around the bouquet of ivory roses and peonies. The scent of them...fresh, sweet, delicate...filled her lungs, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside her. The music swelled, violins playing a soft, haunting melody. Rows of elegant white chairs lined the aisle, each occupied by faces she barely registered. The chandeliers overhead bathed everything in a golden glow, making the scene feel almost unreal, like a painting brought to life. Her heart pounded violently, the sound drowning out everything else. This was nothing like the last time.

His heart, a flourishing garden, intricately woven with threads of dreams turned into reality, pulsated with an unparalleled intensity. In this magical moment, his heart orchestrated a symphony, ringing bells that echoed the harmonious melody of their connection. The beats of his heart danced between the gentle notes of a slow ballad and the rapid tempo of an enraptured sonnet. His cheeks mirrored the hues of a twilight sky, blushing with the warmth of love, and his countenance radiated a glow reminiscent of a fully bloomed rose.

"What is this melody? It feels... familiar." Lysandra's voice was gentle, almost a whisper. "It's the Song of the Haven, a tune that has played since time immemorial. To find the Heart, you must first find harmony with this song. Let it guide you, let it become a part of you." Closing our eyes, Alec and I allowed the music to envelop us. Memories, both personal and ancestral, flooded our senses — moments of love, pain, triumph, and loss. The Song of the Haven connected them all, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and hopes.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak, prompting her to instinctively cover her ears in trepidation. Utkarsh, clad in a black shirt and jeans, entered the room bearing a birthday cake. With infectious enthusiasm, he approached Hiya ,singing, "Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday, dear Hiya... many-many happy returns of the day!" As he drew closer, her breath seemed to synchronize with his steps. There was an almost ominous aura about him, and an inexplicable fear seized her. In response, she unconsciously started stepping backward, maintaining a cautious distance as he advanced. The closer he came, the further she retreated until her back met the unyield

Something to get my mind off of the heat. The suddenly a heard a deep and beautiful sound. (A/N: Just saying that this is not his voice..it is just the son he is singing:) Cover my eyes Cover my Ears Tell me These words are a lie.. It can't be true That I'm losing you The sun cannot fall from the sky Can you hear heaven cry? The tears of an angel....