Hellbound Heart Audiobook Novels & Stories

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

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."

Only one remained. The beating heart. Liana stared at it. Then a crack appeared across its surface. Her eyes widened. "No." The crack spread. A second appeared. Then a third. The Heart trembled. Liana reached toward it instinctively. The moment her fingers touched its surface, a voice filled the darkness. "You chose life." Liana pulled her hand back. The voice continued. "But life was never the consequence." The Heart stopped beating. Silence followed. Then— THUMP. A shockwave passed through the darkness.

“If I were heartless, I wouldn’t have risked my reputation and saved you from that bonehead; I wouldn’t have come running looking for you.” My heart starts to drum against my rib cage. I was unaware I had a thing for low manly growls until I heard this man’s robust voice. Otherworldly intensity is dripping from his every word, and that’s what I crave. I have listened to plenty of audiobooks and ASMRs but none of those voices could compete with Lorcan’s. He eases his grip on my hand. His eyes flash an emotion for a fraction of a second before it disappears and I force myself to think it's my imagination. His thumb gently moves in circles on my hand and goosebumps run all over my skin.

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

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.

And it was inside him now. Julian felt a sharp, searing pain in his own chest, and as he looked down at his hand, he saw the skin beginning to turn a dull, translucent grey. The obsidian was spreading. It was moving up his fingers, turning his veins into jagged, violet-lit lines. He looked at the statue of his friend, then at the empty void where his home had been, and he realized the final, cruel joke of the Council’s history. The Heart hadn't been destroyed. It had just found a new host. And he was the only one left to carry it.

Her last memory was the sight of the men in black, their faces obscured by the darkness, as they forcefully extracted Sara from the car. Book 2 "Alive" - Coming Soon

Amelia shouted, her instincts kicking in as she tried to lunge forward, but the fog thickened around her, disorienting her senses. Gabriel shook off the daze, clawing through the haze with raw determination. He lunged after the lieutenant, but the vile man struck at the chest, smashing the lock into splinters, sending Amelia’s heart racing. The chest creaked open, a soft glow spilling from within, the brilliant light of the Siren’s Heart pulsing like a living creature. With an echoing howl, Gabriel lunged toward the lieutenant just as he seized a shimmering fragment from the Heart. The lieutenant turned, eyes wide with malevolent triumph as he clutched the stolen piece, feeling its power cou