Hellbound Heart Audiobook Novels & Stories

Shadows slithered through my veins, but through the torment, I felt it—a frayed, trembling thread—the bond, weakened but pulsing with defiance, a heartbeat of hope in the void. A pulse. A heartbeat. His heartbeat. I reached for it, my fingers trembling, the air around me turning frigid, a sinister chill creeping over my skin as if death itself awaited my touch. The shadows fought back, a malevolent tide, freezing and unrelenting, dragging me deeper. Whispers, venomous and twisted, oozed through the void—a chorus of torment with Lyra’s voice, thick with possession and cruel delight: “You are mine now, Henry. There is no escape.”

CHAPTER 35 – HEART OF FIRE The abyss beneath us roared, jagged edges glowing like molten veins. I clutched Luca to me, every pulse of his energy burning through my arms, my chest, my soul. The heart of the Serpent had awakened. I could feel it—it throbbed beneath us like a living entity, a presence older than any of us, powerful enough to devour the world. “Riven… it’s pulling me,” Luca gasped, his voice layered, fractured. Part of him, part of the power inside him, was screaming.

"Do you hear that? The heartbeats in this room... they're not in sync." I paused, my attention drawn away from the spell book. My pulse quickened, a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm that filled the space, and there it was—a dissonance, an irregularity in the symphony of heartbeats that surrounded us. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

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...

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Watching your body rot, unable to move your muscles as termites feed on your bones? My chest rose and fell heavily, air rushing in and then out of my nostrils. “That is where you’ve kept me, NIGHTBANE.” Voidheart’s voice roared through my head, and I flinched to a sitting position. I wasn’t hallucinating. My heart pounded against my rib cage as I waited for him to speak again, but when he didn’t, under the silence of the night. I decided to speak. The last time we spoke was chaotic; I still get chills as if I were back to that night.

At its center, a blackened heart pulsed, suspended in mid-air, bound by crimson threads of magic. The moment my eyes landed on it, the whispers turned into screams. "Found it!" I called up, voice shaking. "But it’s alive." Althea’s voice echoed down. "Destroy it!" I reached out, magic crackling at my fingertips, and grasped the heart. Pain shot through my body as a voice whispered in my mind. "You cannot break what has already begun." Gritting my teeth, I poured every ounce of power I had into the heart, my hands burning with energy. The dark mist surged around me, writhing, fighting back.

“I know those two were hatching something that was why they suddenly disappeared. Growing up with them, I learned how cunning they could become. Greta apprised me of their evil plans, and it was only a matter of waiting. How predictable they are. Call me opportunistic but I suggest we wait this out. Do you have your men within the vicinity, Tiernan?” “I never knew you had it in you, Pops. Wow! You could be quite devious when you want to. But I hate to miss the fun if it has already started.” Matan declared. “I’d rather not join in the bloodshed specially yours. You still have a long life ahead of you and I feel the restlessness and discontent you’ve been having lately. I was once a young man

The operating room doors closed like the final page of a book. In an instant, Yvonne and I were cut apart, as though we had been pushed into two different worlds. I wanted to laugh, but something caught in my throat. A metallic taste spread through my mouth, and something darker, heavier, sank inside my chest. Hopelessness was growing in me. I stood behind the hose cabinet like a broken statue for what felt like an eternity. By the time the doors finally opened again, the wind had already dried my tears.