Hellbound Heart Novels & Stories

The shadows still coiled faintly under his skin, moving like smoke trapped beneath glass. “How far?” I whispered. Silas didn’t look back. “Not far enough.” The air shifted a little colder now, carrying a faint metallic tang that made my throat ache. Ahead, the tunnel widened into a vast chamber. The ceiling was lost in darkness, and the floor glowed faintly with concentric circles of silver light. In the center, a massive crystal heart pulsed, suspended in midair and translucent, ancient, alive. The Heart of the Veil. I’d heard legends and whispers of a power older than the gods, the source of the boundary between worlds. Seeing it now sent a chill through me. The rhythm of its pulse matched

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

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.

They also felt extreme discomfort in their violently palpitating hearts, as though they had been hammered again and again and they were going to die at any time. At that moment, the group became immobilized, while the heartbeat only got louder. The mine and Devil’s Hill shook, and the surrounding waters trembled. The vast boundless ocean became turbulent as the heartbeats churned up the waves. The sound then spread to distant areas. “What is that?” “A heartbeat! It is the Fiend Lord’s heart! The Fiend Lord’s heart is appearing!” “Oh my God! The Fiend Lord’s heart is actually here?!”

Pointing her sharp claws against her chest, she glanced at the almost-complete spell from the eleven warlocks. It would only be a matter of time before the spell would be completed! Her last bit of reluctance was already tossed at the back of her mind. She pierced the part of her chest which was only half an inch distance from her beating heart. On cue, blood gushed from Diana’s lips. And yet, her eyes remained closed. Heart blood was also known as the Essence of the supernatural beings of this world. By destroying this, Diana was at risk to lose something important to her. What would it be?

Shards of glass scattered in every direction, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Within the shattered remains, a beating heart lay exposed, its crimson flesh pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Abigail's eyes widened in horror, her face contorting into a mask of pure anguish as she witnessed the heart's final moments. The pulsing slowed, the rhythmic beating growing fainter with each passing second. The heart shriveled, its vibrant hue fading to a sickly grey, until finally, it stilled, the last vestiges of life extinguished.

"Don't open that door. If you open that door, the city will never be the same." "We don't have a choice," Julian said, his hand trembling as he reached for the rusted iron handle of the heavy vault door. "If I don't open it, the city dies anyway." He pulled. The door gave way with a screech of tortured metal, revealing a chamber filled with a blinding, pulsing violet light that seemed to swallow the very air. In the center, suspended in a cage of twisted, obsidian-forged pipes, hung the Heart. It wasn't metal. It wasn't stone. It was a mass of shifting, living darkness, beating with a rhythm that felt like the pulse of the earth itself.

“Jess, this… heart. It’s not just a thing. It’s aware. It’ll try to use us—our fears, our regrets.” She met his gaze, drawing strength from his quiet resolve. “Then we don’t let it. We’ve faced ourselves. We can face this.” The path widened as they neared the nexus, its core now visible—a massive orb of violet energy, veined with black, suspended within a lattice of twisted spires. Shadows swirled around it, forming fleeting images: burning worlds, shattered constellations, and faces—her mother, her father, the doppelgänger—all whispering her name. The spark within her flared, not in fear but in defiance, as if recognizing the heart as both enemy and kin.

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...

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."