Hellbound Heart Novels & Stories

I crept back, pressing my ear against the wall, desperate to catch every word. "You know Ryan, they say the Dread heart Beast is a terrifying, nightmarish creature with thick and leathery skin with a deep crimson hue that suggests the cursed power within. Most terrifying of all though, is its beating heart, which is said to be the key to breaking curses and granting unimaginable powers. Those who seek to break a curse, must face the Dread heart Beast who has strong combat powers if they dare..." The silence that followed was deafening, and I could feel my blood chilling in my veins. My breath caught in my throat as I waited, ears straining, for a response from Ryan.

“We have collected twenty universal designs. We found nineteen inheritors who manifested the fragment of your souls within themselves and we are yet to find the inheritor for you 20th universal design we have—” “Where…” He interrupted her, contemplating the inheritors. “Where is my heart? Who has manifested my heart?” Edith looked around, panicking slightly. “Did you find an inheritor for my heart?” He asked darkly. “W-we did, my lord,” she gulped hard, lowering her gaze. “It was difficult to find the heart inheritor. We thought we lost your heart forever. The heart design was destroyed twelve years ago by a wizard named Gilbert Drownlord. He killed himself and everyone in his family, to des

The pain increased causing me to double over. "Find the portal" Helia sounded far away "Where, How?" My desperate voice showed my fear "Follow your instincts…" Helia's voiced trailed off as she completely disappeared leaving me alone a thousand years in the past with no way out.I looked back up and Hildegarde was chanting something. The crystal heart spun wildly in the air with trails of lights. The spinning increased as it lowered itself into the baby chest. The crystal sunk into

Hezell chuckled and picked up a small pebble from the ground. “Imagine that they've finally gotten used to having you around a few years later. Then while you're in the same room together, the same bed to be specific, you realize you're all alone and the urge to rip out the sumptuous beating heart overwhelms you. Remember, no one will ever know since you can always hide the body.” “Bless your delusional heart for thinking they won't keep surpassing those years they can stay without it,” Nebra hissed and spanked him by the ear.

“…is the door.” The ground beneath Kael cracked. The Heart inside his chest began beating violently. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Kael grabbed his chest. “What is happening?” The voice inside his Heart returned. But this time— it wasn't whispering. It was screaming. “KAEL!” Kael's eyes widened. “What?” “DO NOT LET HIM OPEN YOU!” The First Creator smiled. “Too late.” A massive crack appeared across Kael's chest. Black light poured from it.

Bain said, voice like steel. After a long pause, the Order slowly lowered their weapons. “You have one chance,” the priestess whispered. “Take it. And go.” ⸻ IV. The Chamber of Veins The Blood Relic chamber was a monstrous sight — red crystal veins ran like living arteries across black stone walls. At its center hovered the relic itself: a pulsating orb of deep crimson, almost breathing. “The Heart of Blood,” Seraphina whispered in reverence. As Bain approached it, the chamber pulsed. A voice echoed in his mind — ancient, seductive.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine. "The Heart is a physical machine," Ghost explained as he steered. "It’s hidden beneath the Oval Office. It’s a giant crystal made of nanotech. It vibrates at a frequency that matches the human heart. That’s how he controls them." "How do we stop it?" I asked. "We don't just stop it," Mom said. She looked at me, her blue wires glowing in the dark. "We have to reverse it. We have to use a different code. A code that breaks the rhythm."

"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.