Hellbound Heart Audiobook Novels & Stories

The heart was alive, fighting back, clinging to its hold on him. "No!" Lucien’s voice rang out, filled with a ferocity that shook me to my core. "You won’t have me anymore!" The ground cracked open beneath us, and there, deep in the darkness, I saw it. The heart. It was black and pulsing, its veins extending like the roots of a tree, feeding on the lost souls trapped within its depths. It was a thing of pure malevolence, a creature of magic and death, a parasite that had slowly consumed Lucien from the inside out.

Then— Something beneath the chamber opened its eyes. And this time— Even the golden-eyed man stepped back slightly. For the first time since they arrived— He looked uncertain. --- THE CLIFFHANGER A voice rose from the darkness below. Not loud. Not violent. Worse. Gentle. Ancient beyond comprehension. And unmistakably interested. “Finally,” it whispered. The abyss trembled around them. The voice continued softly: “You brought me a heart.” Kael felt cold spread through his body instantly. Because somehow— He understood.

And then, with a sound like breaking ice, it fell to its knees. Aaron swore behind me. “What the hell did you just do?” “I didn’t do anything,” I said, my voice shaking. “It’s responding to me.” One by one, the others halted their attack. Their heads tilted, their golden eyes flickering uncertainly. The hum in the air deepened. Then the Heart itself spoke. Not with words. With memory. The cavern vanished. Suddenly I was standing in a great hall of light. The ceiling arched high above me, lined with runes that shimmered like stars. At the center stood Velaris—whole this time, alive. His hands rested on the Heart, his expression weary but resolute.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

(AIRY-FAIRY HEART) “I SURELY AM.” HE replied as HE draws a sinister smile and a bright satisfied eye, where the both of them are intently watching, recording, and manipulating everything within the book that’s howling to its near-death of dread. To the pieces of the puzzle that slowly emerging, now exchanging and falling unto its designated places and very corner. The grand puzzle is about to picture its perfection as the bells will finally ring the death tone rather than the heaven’s blessing this very world is not in line with. Now with the coldness and the eeriness, a few enjoy and the rest suffers about, HE whispers.

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

Something was wrong. Cass slid out from under the covers, moving like a shadow. Her steps carried her down a side hallway, following a faint noise—muted, like a struggle pressed into velvet. It grew clearer the closer she came. A muffled thud. A harsh exhale. Then, silence again. Cass pressed her palm to the wall, heart quickening. She wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to hear this. But she couldn’t turn back now. The door at the end of the corridor was ajar, darkness bleeding out into the hall. Inside, something shifted.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"Now, why would the puppy of a loud dog be walking around all alone at night?" The man took a few slow steps forward, emerging from the worst of the glare. He was huge, solid, and his face was a roadmap of old violence, with a nose that had been broken more than once and a jaw that I'm pretty sure could chew through steel. "Diablo?..." Kelvin’s voice came out as a strained whisper, dragging the name out with a mixture of terror and disbelief. The shivering I'd seen before was nothing compared to the full-body tremor that now seized him.

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….