How To Destroy Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

“In a minute, two of you would be dead and one of you would have to tell me who sent you to do this. Now is the time to tell me before I kill you.” Beads of sweat rolled down their faces. They didn’t talk. In a swift stride, I dug my nails into two of them’s chests, grabbing their hearts in my hands. They didn’t see me coming. The pain and fear in their faces gave me the satisfaction I needed. “Try to regenerate your hearts.” I pulled out their hearts, blood spilled around while they fell to the floor. The hearts were still beating in my hands, terrifying the last man more. I dropped the hearts on the floor and stepped on them.

But alive. The Heart Chamber was small, circular, with a pedestal in the center. On the pedestal sat a crystal that pulsed with red light. "That's it," Erina said. "The heart. Mia needs to place her marked hand on it. That ends the hunt." Mia stepped forward. Her mark was glowing brighter now, responding to the crystal's pulse. She placed her hand on it. The crystal's red light turned blue. The mark on Mia's chest faded. And outside, the Hunters' screeches stopped completely.

I poisoned her mind with his past, leaving her shaken to her core. Now... let the real game begin, I thought with a dark smirk as I exited my chambers and strode back toward my private study. That crystal, I thought, my mind racing as I locked the study door behind me. I just need to destroy it... but first, I must extract whatever energy is stored inside. The crystal was a rare, ancient artifact, an ornament that could only have originated from the people of the Outer Pack. But those wolves were no longer the threat they used to be. Destroying the artifact was the safest option before Ace finds it.

She began to chant a high-speed Exorcism Mantra, her voice resonating with the ancient crystals in the walls. "By the blood of the guardians and the light of the hearts, I banish the uninvited!" She slammed the device onto the floor. A wave of pure, golden purification energy rippled outward, catching the assassins mid-lunge. Their spectral forms began to dissolve, their screams echoing through the tomb as the "Spirit-Fire" burned through their void-tether. One assassin, however, managed to bypass the wave. He materialized directly behind Scarlett, a blade of pure shadow aimed at her heart.

Valerius coughed, spitting violet blood, "consumed by the very battery they sought to protect. Do you see, Jack? This is the hubris of the 'Mixed Bloods.' You try to harness the power of gods with the bodies of mortals. The Heart demands a vessel, and if it cannot find a king, it will eat the servants." "Shut up!" Marcus roared. The giant of a man grabbed a chunk of debris—a piece of the exploded ceiling—and hurled it at the crystal. PING. The rock vaporized the instant it entered the crystal's aura. It didn't just break; it ceased to exist, turned into dust by the sheer density of the energy field.

The grand chamber that housed the Crimson Heart was a breathtaking sight. Pillars of polished obsidian rose to meet the vaulted ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to writhe and shift in the dim light. In the center of the room, upon a pedestal of black stone, lay the Heart itself. It pulsed with an eerie light, radiating an energy that both mesmerized and terrified Aria. Evangeline, draped in her crimson gown, stood before the Heart, her hand outstretched towards it. A malevolent aura emanated from her, crackling with dark energy.

"Evalyn, let's go home?" I ripped the dress from his hands and threw it to the ground, stomping on it. "I don't care if you're crazy. Even if you die, I won't bat an eye." With that, I turned and marched out of the police station. His eyes reddened, on the verge of a breakdown. With a blank look on his face, he slit his wrists and let the red blood flow drip onto the ground. "Will you forgive me if I die?" he called after me in a choked voice.

In fact, I had begun to think I was dreaming and had pinched myself a couple of times just to make sure. “So, how do we go about destroying something imbued with magic?” I asked. Mrs Veneziano sighed, and said, “Blood sacrifice.” “What?” It was then that I felt Haydon go rigid beside me and shake his head. “No mom, no, don’t go any further.” I looked at her questioningly, then at Haydon and urged her to go on. “Blood for destroying blood. It would require a death. That is the only way to destroy the remains, to hold the box tightly, and to die. It will allow the current remains to be destroyed and replaced with the ashes of the person holding the box.”

She murmured, "You wouldn't have deceived me if you knew this would happen to you." A new honey source was born. Crystal joined my mother and me in the shop. She began to lose her sense of taste, and a golden glow appeared in her eyes. She proposed, "I want to help you. I know there are still many scumbags like my ex in this world." My mother was very satisfied with Crystal's transformation. She taught Crystal how to identify suitable targets and use the allure of Heart-Eroding Honey to charm them. My mother patiently instructed, "Remember, we don't want indiscriminate killing but precise purification. Those truly evil, incorrigible men are our targets."

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."