Hyperdimension White Heart Novels & Stories

Carol was becoming interested in finding out whatever it was Avan was planning to do with them, but that was for another day. No one else seemed to care though and she worried as the days passed, because she knew it wouldn't take Emma so long to show. “Phite and cuss,” Hunter blew the white powder over the sieve as he lectured “They are both of different worlds, but when mixed together, then the magic happens.” He smiled, like he was those leaves with some sort of supernatural power. “This was what was used during the war, for quick recovery. However, resources are too scarce and so they are reserved for when necessary.” He clenched his teeth through closed lips to keep from sighing. “Yes, C

"It’s not just the sickness. The mountain is screaming, Emma. It’s trying to purge the rot, but it doesn't have the strength." Nathaniel stepped forward, his silver staff clicking rhythmically against the quartz. He looked down at a complex array of floating geometric projections. "The White-Well is directly beneath us, but it is phased. It exists in a state of kinetic suspension. To bridge the gap, we need a harmonic resonance of exactly 1.618—the Golden Ratio of the Pact." "English, Nathaniel," Félix growled, his hand never leaving the small of my back. His emerald aura was a sharp, jagged flame in the gloom, acting as a beacon for the twins.

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

Controlled chaos. A van rolled past, headlights washing the warehouse in sterile white light. In that momentary glare, the cracks in the bricks showed, the boarded windows rattled, and the faint smear of blood at the edge of the doorframe caught the rider’s attention. They revved the engine once—sharp, decisive.

She dropped the pipe and slumped next to him, looking dazed. Someone screamed, and sirens wailed. Sylvia was arrested for assault with intent to kill. Jameson survived, but the blow had damaged his optic nerve. He was permanently blind. Fate, it seemed, had brought everything full circle. After all that, he was blind again. It was just like when Camille first found him—he was alone and with nothing. The Hart family could not accept a blind heir, so his father soon began choosing a new successor from the extended family and among professional executives.

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.