Hero Of The Hearts Novels & Stories

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of his anger. My eyes met Rexon's, his concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm in the storm that raged around me. He cupped my cheeks, his touch a grounding force, and I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face. I clung to him, seeking refuge in his embrace. "Sshh.. Calm down, I'm here," he whispered, his voice a comforting murmur against my ear. He gently stroked my hair, his touch a silent promise of protection.

It was as if it was waiting—watching—for her to make a move. When she closed her eyes, the world around her faded, and a vision unfolded in her mind. She stood amidst a battlefield, the ground beneath her feet soaked with blood. Warriors clad in armor clashed, their weapons glowing with otherworldly power. At the center of the chaos was a figure holding the Heart, its dark energy radiating outward in waves of destruction. With every pulse, entire armies were wiped out, reduced to ash in an instant. The figure turned, and Aria’s breath caught. It was her. Or rather, a version of her—one consumed by the Heart’s power, her eyes glowing with an unholy light, her face devoid of compassion.

Anna grips my hand, “I trust you but i can’t help you anymore. When my father called me, my husband was there at home. He heard the conversation and asked me to stay away from the matter.” “I understand completely. I am not forcing you to help me. I never wanted to create any problem in your life.” i clarify. “It’s okay! I can’t help you but I know someone who can help you and take you out from this mess.” Anna suggests. “Who?” “Light Angelov!” “Who is he?” I ask. “I have this card with me. Call him and explain to him your condition. I am sure he is the only one who can help you right now.”

I don't trust anyone in this hall, even though they are loyal to me and to the kingdom, I still can't trust them except for Elowen who I had grown fond of with how much she cherished me. "The world can only be saved by one thing..." she said. "What can save us? What are we to do, to get our hands on it?" Elowen asked. "It can also destroy if fallen in the hands of the evil ones." she said. "Something that can destroy and at the same time save. What could that be?" Nyxara asked. "It's the key to the heart of magic." She finally said. "Key to the heart of magic? What is the heart of magic?" Isolde asked.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

With a strong personality and few words, Diego exudes an aura of seriousness, but I know that behind that facade, he has a kind heart. Towering, almost two meters tall, Diego has a muscular body that intimidates at first glance. His military-style haircut enhances his firm and determined appearance. Although his posture and appearance might give the impression that he’s just a brute, I know his true self. He’s capable of gestures of affection and concern, always willing to listen and advise, becoming a trusted figure in my life.

And that was the greatest title he could ever win. --- **"Once, someone told him love doesn't heal. But no one said it could teach you how to live again. That a touch could feel like home. A glance could offer shelter. A word could forgive the past. He didn't heal through shouting. Not as a hero. Not all at once. But one step at a time— toward the one who never gave up on him. And when his hand wrapped around a little boy's, and beside him stood the heart that led him through every darkness,

Hugo’s POV Before I have fallen in love with Eliana, the only thing I really want was to sit on the throne and rule our pack, and by the means of that, I have to cross all the line and do what I have to—so I could grasp the power in my hand, so I could beat my brother down; so I could make my father proud. But all that reasons seemed not able to make my heart ponder anymore, because as cheesy it may sound, it was only the thought of her that could make my mind be capable to be sane and my heart to beat. So the first thing my eyes landed into her—right in front of me, only had a few inches to make our arms touched, with almost three months I hadn’t be able to go near her—it was as if my tongu