How To Destroy Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

To complete the ritual, it needed to be placed on the altar willingly by the one who carried the merged line. Lyra reached for it, but before her fingers could touch the sphere, the tunnel behind them erupted with noise. Crown soldiers poured into the cavern, weapons raised, their commander at the front with eyes blazing with fanatical light. At the same moment, shadows coalesced near the far wall as Viktor’s elite vampires materialized, their fangs gleaming. Both forces had found the Heart. The commander pointed his blade directly at Lyra. “The sigil belongs to the Crown. Surrender it and the vessel, or we take them by force.”

Marcus hummed again, his other hand running lines up and down her upper body, occasionally brushing her clit. “That won't be easy, Diane. I hate him as much as you do, but the Crimson Wolves apparently have laid a mark on him. He's their target now. What I can do, however, is help you kill him slowly.” Her initial disappointment gave way to curiosity. “How?” “Poisoning, of course.” He grinned. “But you'll only get it at a price.”

And worse—they get the people you care about killed. But I couldn’t shake it. The image of her on that dark road, trembling but still standing. The way she clutched that rag like it was the only weapon she had. The way her eyes searched mine, like maybe she wanted to believe me when I told her she didn’t have to be scared. Yeah. I was tangled in her now. Whether I wanted to be or not. And if Crow was right—and he usually was—then whatever ghosts Lucy carried wouldn’t stay in the dark forever.

I raked my claws at its feet, sweeping it off the floor as I plunged my claws deep into its throat, ripping it off, as black blood splashed all over me. To most wolves, that would have been a fatal blow. But to what had already been dead, it changed nothing. I had only slowed down its pace. I needed to address the root of it all—its heart where that black magic had been embedded. Only if I ripped out its heart, would I truly destroy it. Before I could reach into its heart, its claw raked heavily at the side of my neck. Blood trickled down as I grabbed the open wound, trying to settle myself.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

He drains me dry. I remembered the plan. I remembered what I told Ashren. Be ready. The Crimson Heart was an amplifier. It took whatever was put into it and magnified it. Malakar was expecting me to resist. He was expecting a struggle. He was pulling, and I was supposed to pull back. But what happens if you push a tidal wave into a garden hose? I grit my teeth. I stopped fighting the drain. Instead, I opened the floodgates. "You want my power?" I snarled, lifting my head. My eyes were no longer hazel. They were two suns of violet fire.

At the center stood a pedestal, holding a dark, pulsing crystal that radiated an almost tangible malevolence. Zoe’s wolf growled, and her vampire instincts surged. She knew, without a doubt, that this was the heart of Caelum’s power. “This is it,” she said, her voice filled with resolve. “We destroy that crystal, and we destroy him.” The group stepped into the cavern, their weapons and magic ready. The final battle was about to begin.

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."

It was incredibly difficult to discern that went on in that century old heart of hers. I stretched out and received it from her. "That's not all," she spun around, and grabbed a book off the table. She held it out to me again, and I didn't hesitate to take it from her hand. "As promised, I have given you the Crimson heart. And that..." She pointed at the weighty book in my hand. "That's a grimoire, containing research on the blood moon oath. If you go through it diligently, you might find a way to break it without any other kind of substitutions."