Hellbound Heart Audiobook Novels & Stories

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

I couldn’t look away. Helen laughed softly, and it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. Nicole whispered something to her, and she laughed again, resting her head on his shoulder. I stumbled back, my vision blurred by tears. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest. My best friend and my husband... together. How long has this been going on? I turned and walked away, my legs shaking beneath me. Everything felt like a nightmare. My chest was tight, my head spinning. When I reached my car, my hands fumbled for the keys, tears streaming down my face.

“But the rest of this… I have to walk alone.” He ran a hand through her hair. “Promise me you’ll return.” She kissed him gently. “Always.” And somewhere beyond their warm, quiet room, the forest listened. The moon listened. And something else—something older than both—opened its eyes. Beneath the ancient mountain, a low hum filled the air in a forgotten crypt below the wolves' sacred stone. Dust rose as breath returned to the long-dead chamber. A coffin, sealed with runes and blood, cracked open with a groan.

Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon. For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.

It was thick, huge and it gave him headache as he read more and more about their guy – Ahriman or Théoden or whatever hell he was called. “The well of wisdom – or what they call it, it refuses them humans the true vision to look beyond the shadows; the tales of darkness. Myth, they call, sing and talk, but none believes the truth of the myth. Some sees, but denies. He is real, real as the nightmares. Twice the century the sorcerer lives, one in his sleep, and the second in awakening, in battles.” Art finished the opening of the book.

They can’t hurt what they can’t see. I did not drop it. I raised it. And I looked—not at the chains, not at the monster’s arms—but at its chest. At the place where all those books fused into a roughly rib‑like cage. At the single, massive volume wedged dead center: a heavy, iron‑clasped tome that hadn’t moved once, even when the rest of its body shifted. Its “heart.” “That,” I gasped, pointing with the pen. “Its heart is a locked book—pry it open!”

I turned on my Vampire hearing, listening for a heartbeat, but it was gone. My heart seemed to freeze in my chest as the horrifying truth dawned on me: killing the Necromancer would also condemn the Risen bound to them to a fate worse than death. The realization unleashed a maelstrom of agony within me, a searing fire that coursed through my veins like liquid torment. I felt my world crumbling around me as I struggled to comprehend the enormity of Haven's actions. Her scream pierced the air, a raw, hysterical sound that sent shivers down my spine.

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.

I got a spellbook too. "So shall we go find Damien?"Helena's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Remembering the way things were between us before he locks me up, I hesitated what if he's still angry. If anyone could calm him down it's you! A voice in my head scolded stop being a baby and face him. He wouldn't just you after all. "Oh okay"I agreed. . . . Tbc

But through the speakers, my consciousness erupted in a demonic, distorted howl of gold static. The aurora above the city turned a violent, vengeful crimson. "Ryan," my voice boomed through the mercury, a rhythmic, digital hum that shook the valley. "I hope you kept the receipt for your soul." "Because I'm coming to rip the wiring out." The 1.5-meter chain on the floor—the one Kael had once worn—suddenly stood upright, vibrating with a lethal intent. The audit was over. The war for the Mother's heart had just returned to the flesh.