Hellbound Heart Kazzenlx Novels & Stories

Cassian looked at me. I did not look back. Could not. Because I could feel him through the bond. Not gratitude exactly. Something more painful. Something like a hand reaching toward warmth and stopping before it got burned. Kaeron placed one fist over his chest. “Then I will speak correctly.” “Start now.” He turned toward Cassian and bowed. Not to the Heart. Not to the glowing wound. To him. “Cassian Vale. Last Lycan king. Bearer of the Heart against his will. Wronged by vow and blood.”

I placed my head on my knees again and just sulked for what seemed like hours. I heard a few words from the outside world here and there and most of them just slipped over my head words that I weren’t seeking words that I didn’t need and from people I didn’t need it from. “I’ll take the wheel until you’re ready to face the world again” I heard my wolf say within the shadows and in all and all I didn’t mind I needed a break I needed a refresh and I needed to work through what had just happened. Moon Goddess: “you sent Saige to assassinate Scarlet at her gender reveal are you kidding me Zeus

BOOK 3: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER If I could be with you tonight I would sing you to sleep Never let them take the light behind your eyes I’ve failed and lost this fight Never fade in the dark Just remember you will always burn as bright —My Chemical Romance, The Light Behind Your Eyes * * Too Busy to Call

It was a race of power, if the hexer lost their lives before Lavelle, Lavelle will be free but if Lavelle dies before they all do then they win. She fell on her knees growling hard and went wild. It was horrifying to watch. “AHHHHHHH!” She screamed with too much power. All their lamp was broken, and the only light left was the fire surrounding her. The second time they repeat the ritual a strong wind tried to blow them away. From afar through the broken window, Kaizu and his group were watching their Queen scream in pain. The first time that he felt emotionally hurt after he was turned. They seemed to share the same grief as their Queen. Yonna lost her playful smile and turned teary-eyed.

I said. Ivanka rolled her eyes. "Perfect… just perfect. Mysterious heroine saves Hillary Hunter from being beheaded by the psychotic Ava Saints. Amazing story, it'd probably do better in a storybook." Kelvin chuckled. "Hillary in Torture land." "Enough jokes, okay?" Dylan snapped at them. "Whatever." Ivanka replied. I shut my eyes and brushed off ivanka from my mind, before opening my shut eyes and continuing my speech. "I don't really know who she is but I'm certain that she works for the Lycans."

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“It means I have to go there and stand inside the triad.” “You can’t,” Haldor says right away. “Lycans can’t enter The Towers.” “They can,” I say softly, “but it tends to kill them.” “I am still a Greyheart,” Lyric insists. “I’m a daughter of The Towers and a Lycan. The triad would have killed me a long time ago if I weren’t meant to be there.” “We have to try,” Quinten says. “If it will avoid a full-on war-”

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Between his beloved Luna whispering in his ear and the onslaught on the western frontier. A cunning, almost mocking smirk formed on his lips. "He won't realize this until it's much too late." Kieran's lips curved into a sneer at the mention of Rebecca. "The Luna," he scornfully remarked. She was the key, according to Kai. She is a problem and a thorn in our side since she is powerful but is unaware of it yet. I clenched my jaw. Just that. I answered calmly, "That's why she needs to be eliminated."

Elyra reached for her, but Lysera’s form had already begun turning into silver dust. Before disappearing, she looked at Zevarion. “Do not become Kael.” Then she looked at Elyra. “Do not become me.” The final piece of her vanished. The chamber fell silent. The Heart was no longer broken. It had changed. Its surface now held countless tiny lights, each one glowing like a remembered soul. But beneath it, a single black mark remained. A symbol shaped like a closed eye. The First Bearer stared at it. “What is that?” Damien asked.