Hreat Novels & Stories

Bright The weight of Sophia in my arms was unbearable, and I didn’t just mean her physically fragile, wounded body, but the terror that tore through me from the inside. Her breathing was short, weak, each inhale a cruel reminder that the bullet was still inside her, and that with every passing second, we could lose her. The fear was uncontrollable; it was a hurricane consuming me entirely. My heart pounded wildly as I held her trembling body against mine, feeling like the world could collapse around us and I wouldn’t care, because only she existed.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

Past Annabelle closed her eyes tight, a knot twisting in her chest. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, as if her fear had a physical presence beside them. Her heart picked up its pace, thudding a frantic rhythm against her ribcage. "I’m terrified I’ll destroy us," she breathed, barely audible. Heat flared behind her eyes, threatening tears that she stubbornly refused to shed, while a surge of adrenaline tingled at her fingertips. The admission felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, as if the world had constricted around this one fear.

His breathing is ragged. Ready to end it. “Hulio… NO!”

The mistletoe I had to drink would stop my healing, there was a special knife in Karani’s chest that Malachi would use for the ceremony and the root was to keep me alive through the whole process of bleeding out as the common hepatic artery, the hepatic vein and the portal vein wouldn’t be clamped during this process. “Because there’s no clamping of your arteries and veins you could bleed out in roughly six minutes. Your cutter should perform the right hepatectomy in under two minutes, meaning your witch will have less than four minutes to perform the spell before you go into haemorrhagic shock due to blood loss, this can happen sooner. Haemorrhagic shock occurs when you lose about sixty per

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

My heart pounds in my chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I couldn’t bring myself to confess to Hannah the real reason I was racing to the hospital—Alice's sudden admission. Things were finally looking up for us, and I didn't want to ruin it. My feelings for Alice had faded, but my concern for her well-being remained. However, Hannah might not see it that way. She could interpret my concern for Alice as lingering feelings, which isn't the case. I simply can't stand by and do nothing when my friend is in a near-death situation.

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"What kind of threat?" "Oh, nothing for you to worry about!" I stumble over my words and wave my hands in the air in a surrendering gesture. "It's not like I'm going to be kidnapped or anything." You could see all the blood draining from Elliot's face, and this time it was him who turned pale. His breathing became heavy, and I could hear his heartbeats fighting against his ribcage. The rhythm was irregular but slowed down over time until it became stable again. His breathing was also calm and steady now. It was like witnessing a small anxiety attack, which ended quickly.

There was a sense of relief as this threat was handled. Harriet gurgled on her own blood and left nail marks on her face and neck as she fought the pain stealing her life. A smile small appeared on my face as l watched the sight of her body floundering for air that wouldn’t come. Not a body in the room dared to tear their eyes away from the sight.