Hellbound Heart Novels & Stories

Yet, amidst the shadows of hopelessness, a flicker of desperate determination glimmered in the eyes of Hailey. Hailey stepped forward, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she first carefully collected the small, black, pulsating heart in her outstretched palms. It was a heart torn from the one that cast the incante. Its rhythmic beat pulsed in her hands, a testament to the life that had once flowed through it. It wasn't at all what she meant, but spells were fickle like that, so long as it was a heart, it could work.

She poured every ounce of her purification light into the obsidian. ​A crack formed. Then another. ​With a sound like a shattering glacier, the obsidian bars burst outward. Elara dove into the chest cavity. ​Inside, the world was a nightmare of shifting shadows. Thick, pulsing veins of corruption hung from the ceiling like weeping willow branches. In the center of the chamber floated the Heart. It was a jagged, pulsing diamond the size of a carriage. It held a swirling, black smoke. That smoke had a face.

Celea asked " To be able to take that throne you will have to be the strongest, only than will you be able to rule hell " Leviathan also joined the conversation " But isn't he supposed to fight Lucifer for that ? " Celea asked again " Not necessarily. There is a cristal glob on the highest point of this palace, it's called ' the heart of hell ' if you touch it, it will be able to see if you are the strongest, if you are, you rule this hell but if your not than that cristal isn't going to be very friendly with you, it will electrocute you,putting in immense pain"

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

My heartbeat thudded heavy and uncertain in my chest. Maybe I’d reach out. Maybe soon. But not today. Today, I had to trust her. Makayla said she’d deal with Stacey. And I believed her. As I stood there, my breath fogged in the window, watching the snow settle in layers over the pines. The sun had dipped behind the mountains, casting long shadows over the drifts. The quiet was almost reverent—too serene for how much fire burned in my chest. I reached for my phone again.

With a slight frown, he stepped into the corridor. The consultation room where people were lining up was quiet. The commotion was coming from the innermost room. "Someone… help…" The voice was broken, but Liam instantly recognized that it was Ariel's voice. His expression darkened. Puzzled as to why Ariel would be in that room, he strode over without any hesitation. At that moment, the door swung open and Ariel collapsed out. Liam's face went pale as he caught her in his arms. He glanced down and saw the needle still embedded in her arm. Her complexion was ghostly pale, clearly showing she was under some kind of influence.

He knew the kind of monster his Lord was. Even in the darkened room, he could still see what was happening before him, since he was a night creature. The red thread and the coffin began fading into nothingness, revealing the two people floating in the air while still embraced together. What could be heard in the darkness was the humming and cracking of bones, as though a body was remolding. The sound was eerily creepy and nerve-wracking, but not for someone like Butler Thomas — to him, the sound was like music to his ears.

I lurch forward, grabbing the jagged spear in both hands and ram it through the chest of a stitched horror dragging itself toward Kael’s back. The point punches through ribs, bursting out the other side in a spray of black filth. It gurgles once. Dies. I rip the spear free, my arms trembling, blood steaming against the freezing air. The floor buckles, the pool belches, and the thing inside it lurches upright, sounding like the world is splitting open. The Pit’s Heart. It towers over us— a creature stitched from a hundred corpses, a mass of muscle and rot and magic humming wrong in every twisted line of its body.

“For Elyra.” The Abyss Heart’s core surges from crystal depths, claws of shadow slashing, eyes hollow voids, hum rattling bone. Its crystalline heart pulses, shadow-coils writhing within, screech splitting stone. Theryn’s vision deepens—Zynara binding a deeper cosmic entity, its form a void-wreathed star, runes sealing it. Their voice whispers, eyes bright. “It’s beyond the heart.” Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the Abyss Heart’s core, crystalline, tied to her orb, its light the key. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice urgent. “It’s now!” I shield her, blade striking shadow-claws, sparks searing, Lena’s spark surging, hymn steady.

The vampire clutched at his chest as his heart stuttered, but he made no attempt to fight the order, so powerful was that voice. Blenda could scarcely take her eyes from her lifemate's twin; she, too, was caught in the spell of his power, mesmerized by the true beauty of his voice. It was only when he plunged his fist deep within the cavity of the vampire's chest and extracted the heart, when lightning slammed to earth in a jagged bolt of blue white and incinerated the already dead organ and its host, that she managed to jerk herself awake, once again aware of her own very precarious situation.