Hellbound Heart Audiobook Novels & Stories

I correct. The memory of it flashes through my mind again. That enormous body coiled through the cavern like a living mountain. The way the water moved when it breathed. And those teeth. “Trust me,” I mutter. “You don’t want to meet it awake.” Aven shudders slightly and looks back to the fire. Sybil finally lifts the Petrified Heart carefully, turning it in the light. The red veins inside it shimmer faintly as it moves. “The magic in this thing is ancient,” she murmurs.

The vampire clutched at his chest as his heart stuttered, but he made no attempt to fight the order, so powerful was that voice. Blenda could scarcely take her eyes from her lifemate's twin; she, too, was caught in the spell of his power, mesmerized by the true beauty of his voice. It was only when he plunged his fist deep within the cavity of the vampire's chest and extracted the heart, when lightning slammed to earth in a jagged bolt of blue white and incinerated the already dead organ and its host, that she managed to jerk herself awake, once again aware of her own very precarious situation.

The demon gasped for air, and as the fist closed tighter, his face began to turn color as he choked and strangled before her eyes. The demon clutched at his chest as his heart stuttered, but he made no attempt to fight the order, so powerful was that voice. Miah could scarcely take her eyes from her lifemate’s twin; she, too, was caught in the spell of his power, mesmerized by the true beauty of his voice. It was only when he plunged his fist deep within the cavity of the demon’s chest and extracted the heart, when lightning slammed to earth in a jagged bolt of blue white and incinerated the already dead organ and its host, that she managed to jerk herself awake, once again aware of her own

Real fear. Slowly, he whispered, “We’re too late.” The warmth surrounding him flickered. The newly healed sky cracked once more, and from beyond creation itself came a deep, ancient heartbeat that none of us had ever heard before. One beat. Then another. Then a voice echoed from somewhere beyond existence. “Who has awakened my children?”

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

Now, for a mere investment deal, she treated me like a toy, trampling on me. The drop tower kept running. My strength was draining slowly, my consciousness starting to fade. Every time I slammed into the water, my head felt like it was going to split open. During the struggle, my phone slipped from my pocket and sank to the bottom of the pool. But it didn't matter. Oswald Chance had already gotten the message. "Yvonne, he looks like he can't hang on much longer," Francis said nervously, watching my lifeless body. "So what?" Yvonne snorted coldly. "Men like him are stubbornly hard to kill. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll never learn his place."

He would keep the house and his car in case we ever choose to come back so that we would have a place to stay. “Now focus,” Damien said as his blue eyes stared into my hazel eyes. “Let out your demon and focus on where you want to go,” our hands were together and we stood in the clean living room. I looked at the ground at our feet and focused my eyes until I could see a speck of dust on the hard wooden floors, telling me that I successfully let out my inner demon and it was now time to attempt my teleporting into Hell. I took a deep breath and focused on the things that Damien had told me about Hell, about the Garden, and I imagined myself surrounded by fire and screaming souls. Why did I f

Oscar, Oscar. 'Listen to the heartbeat, Casey. Listen to it... find it. Start believing, for fucks sake!' Another jolt hit us, and our legs buckled, the pain burning. Burning. I was burning. I could feel the fire, heat radiating out from my core and somewhere, somewhere, I could hear it. So faint, so distant, like a drumbeat. What was that? The water rushed forward again, a tide, drowning out the noise. We would prevail. We would kill the human, we would drain Helel, we would let the talitha come into this world and we would feast... we would... we would...

Yet, amidst the shadows of hopelessness, a flicker of desperate determination glimmered in the eyes of Hailey. Hailey stepped forward, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she first carefully collected the small, black, pulsating heart in her outstretched palms. It was a heart torn from the one that cast the incante. Its rhythmic beat pulsed in her hands, a testament to the life that had once flowed through it. It wasn't at all what she meant, but spells were fickle like that, so long as it was a heart, it could work.

For once, after wandering with countless souls for countless centuries, I feel a thud in my heart. My heart beats for her. "Be still my beating heart," I muttered with a smile on my face, placing my hand on the left side of my chest and patting it gently. My first heartbeat. I was still in bliss when I took in yet another whiff of air. Suddenly, there was a change in the air; something strange sprang up. I feel it rotating and rumbling at the center of the earth, reverberating with the forces of lost souls. I hear the cries, the despair, the agony. I see hell surfacing. I hear the clash Of swords and the voices wailing. I hear hell.