Hellbound Heart Novels & Stories

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

He met my eyes with defiance. “Do you know why half-sirens are feared?” the Queen asked me, her voice still strident. “No,” I looked at the young man with dread. “Because the brethren aren’t immune to their powers. A siren can only enchant the hearts of man, but a half-siren can enchant the heart of brethren,” the Queen leaned forward. “A half-siren can sing the brethren to their doom.”

"Hill, honestly you need to see how you look right now. Look at how wide your eyes pupils are, like you're high on drugs or something, and let's not go to how messy you look right now because that would make me laugh out my heart." I doubted if she had a heart to laught out, she was too evil to have a heart, even if she once had a heart, it must have died the day I was born because ever since when I had opened my eyes for the first time on earth, my mum had been nothing else but a monster to Maribel and I.

A painful feeling shot up his gut, stripping him of words there and then while the sound of the horse steps faded into silence. She was gone... *** The warnings of the mind may come in whatever way the conscience wished to display it. It could be phrased as a persistent feeling of guilt, or a warning to one's deeds. Nax had been killed while trying to say something. Back in Anfield, his mother wanted to say something. But most especially, his heart wanted to say something. Philip couldn't say he did not grasp the signs or feel a tug of warning somewhere. Neither could he say he never wanted to end this quest a couple of times. But why he ignored them, he didn't seem to understand.

Her blade gleamed with an ethereal light as she raised it tall, pointing for the center of the throbbing heart. But just as she was about to strike, the ground underneath her feet trembled. The heart's throbs with wild eyed, sporadic, as though something was battling from inside. Clara hesitated, her blade poised to strike. The heart was shaking brutally now, the darkness around it churning like a storm. Suddenly, in a blinding streak of light, the heart detonated, sending shockwaves through the cavern.

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room bore into my eyes, amplifying the throbbing in my head. The antiseptic smell burns my nostrils, a sickening reminder of where I am and why. My body aches, each movement sending sharp pains through my bruised ribs, but it's nothing compared to the agony in my heart as I wait for news about Naomi.

Amelia asked, another sob escaping her lips. “Because every researcher and witch I have spoken to say if this Heavenly Heart truly existed and was as powerful as I’m claiming, it would be almost impossible to take the heart and keep it beating once it leaves its vessel. It would be easier if it was an immature heart and in the vessel of an infant. Still filled with light and purity. But it’s since aged and is even more powerful than we could ever imagine. Only the most elite and strongest beings on the earth can successfully take this heart out,” Penny scoffed. Amelia gasped.

she whispers, as she silently wept. ============================== Kei ran like a madman as he is dashing through the hospital's hallway where Uncle Onodera is confined. He received an emergency call from Aunt Francia, and she told him that the old man's condition has worsened due to the complications on his heart. He is now transferred to the Intensive Care Unit for observation. Uncle Onodera needs to have an open heart surgery as soon as possible, but he's still on a waiting list for heart donor recipients...

Cassian screamed until his voice shredded. The silver roots forced the Heart deeper. Damien held the Blade in place. Selene chanted through tears. Blue candles bent toward the wound. The chamber shook. The roots crawled over Cassian’s chest and burned themselves into his skin, sealing around the Heart like a cage being welded shut. His body tried to die. The Heart refused. Again. Again. Again. Death reached. The Heart beat. Death reached. The Heart beat. Death reached. The Heart beat. That was the horror.

A massive black-silver core suspended above the abyss, beating like an actual heart while endless corruption veins spread outward from it through the mountain foundations. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Every heartbeat shook the chamber. Ronan slowly released Aria while staring upward at the Heart in disbelief. Kael landed nearby seconds later alongside the Sovereign. The Sovereign’s face drained completely of color. “No…” Aria stepped toward the throne involuntarily. The Heart pulsed faster immediately. Silver-black energy spiraled around the chamber violently while whispers echoed through the cavern walls from thousands of forgotten voices. “Come home…” Ronan grabbed Aria’s wrist instantly.