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At the center of the chamber… Suspended in midair by glowing roots and veined magic… Was a heart. Not a metaphor. Not an illusion. No, it was a literal, beating heart. Golden. But split. The right side of it shimmered like pure sunlight, clean and soft and healing. The left side… twisted. Veins blackened with rot. A slow corruption pulsing through it like tar in honey. The corruption bled upward along the roots holding it in place, darkening the magic that kept it suspended.

Damien asked, his own composure carefully maintained despite what I recognised, watching him closely, as genuine underlying tension. "There's a structural anomaly in your heart's left ventricle that wasn't present in your original scans, before your cardiac event," the doctor explained. "It's not necessarily concerning on its own, but combined with certain other markers, I want to rule out a specific genetic condition that can sometimes manifest following significant cardiac stress." The additional testing required nearly two weeks to complete, an agonising period of uncertain waiting that tested both of our considerable resilience, built across decades of navigating this family's various co

"I'm begging you… Please save my daughter…" The surrounding chatter ceased abruptly as every eye fixed on the absurd scene. Meghan didn't even blink as she casually dialed Matthew's number. The moment the call connected, her voice carried a hint of feigned hurt. "Matt, please come save Taylor. Ms. Bradford hates me so much that she's trying to take the blood reserved for him. She's trying to kill us!" Danielle broke free from the guards and screamed into the phone. "Matthew, Olivia is bleeding! She has a coagulation disorder and needs a transfusion now! Tell the hospital to give us some blood, or she'll die!"

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

"We pay it together. Half of your soul is mine anyway. He’ll have to go through the Rebel to get to the Queen." The Prime-Chamber was not a room; it was a throat. The walls were made of living obsidian, pulsing with a slow, oily black light that seemed to eat the very air we breathed. In the center sat the World-Eater, the mountain-sized heart we had seen before. But now, it was open. A massive, vertical crack had appeared in the center of the heart, revealing a core of pure, swirling Void. It wasn't a vacuum; it was a library of every shadow the world had ever produced.

Hilda frowned but left, clearly displeased that I hadn’t heeded her warnings. Leaving Dexter in charge of the pack, I used teleportation to open a portal to the location where this strange object was kept. “Take care, Alpha,” Dexter called out. I nodded as I stepped into the vortex, emerging in front of the dark, human-like heart that Kellan had written about in his journal. I surveyed the area, my thoughts racing with unease. Why could I only read certain parts of Kellan’s journal, particularly those concerning this heart? And why had Kellan camouflaged the journal’s contents from me? Maybe it wasn’t just for my eyes—it seemed no one else could read it either, not even Stella. What was my b

It isn’t until I’m pushing the door open that I realize exactly what David was threatening. My heart stops in my chest, my blood turning to ice in my veins as my eyes land on Bubbles’ lifeless form, lying in a pool of his own blood, a single bullet wound marring his once beautiful face. I can’t think. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. This isn’t real… “Bubbles..?” My voice is a broken whisper, barely audible over the roaring in my ears. I’m frozen, rooted to the spot, my mind refusing to accept the grim truth before me.

For once, after wandering with countless souls for countless centuries, I feel a thud in my heart. My heart beats for her. "Be still my beating heart," I muttered with a smile on my face, placing my hand on the left side of my chest and patting it gently. My first heartbeat. I was still in bliss when I took in yet another whiff of air. Suddenly, there was a change in the air; something strange sprang up. I feel it rotating and rumbling at the center of the earth, reverberating with the forces of lost souls. I hear the cries, the despair, the agony. I see hell surfacing. I hear the clash Of swords and the voices wailing. I hear hell. I smell blood. War?

"Tonight, of all nights, i experienced glimmers of joy—moments stolen from the abyss of my suffering. A bath, a meal, a dress that made me feel beautiful. For the first time in ages, I adorned my face with makeup, masking my physical scars. However, the wounds within me still remain. As I stepped outside, radiating confidence, I was met with a breathtaking ambience, adorned in every corner. How audacious! Each one of you, those who inflicted trauma upon me, dare to throw such a festivity. The party that surrounded me was nothing more than a cruel reminder, a gathering of monsters disguised as humans. Rest assured, I may have left this world, but my memory will forever haunt you. My demise sh