Karmic Hearts Novels & Stories

“Alter the very essence of being… that’s… vague, but promising. Keep going.” Veronica continued, her voice gaining momentum. “’The Heart, forged in the fires of Mount Cinder and imbued with the tears of the celestial twins, possesses the power to mend what is broken and to bind what is torn. But beware, for its power is not without peril. The resonance, if uncontrolled, can lead to… unforeseen consequences.’” “Unforeseen consequences,” Isabella repeated, her voice laced with irony. “Like swapping your soul with your best friend’s mother?”

Rain lashed against the glass like handfuls of thrown stones. "Because I dreamed about you," he said finally. "About the hallway. About what I wanted to do to you. What I still want to do." He turned his head slightly, just enough for her to see the sharp line of his jaw, the tension in his throat. "I woke up hard and alone and so fucking angry at myself for wanting something I can't have." Mira's heart stuttered. "Kieran—" "The contract." His voice cracked on the word. "The rules. No emotions, no personal questions, no real—"

, the trembling voice said, a deep sorrow was held in it. “Runaway sooner. Find your place. No one belongs to you here anymore. The mother that you wanted in me begs you to flee to save your life. Don’t be a part of this massacre anymore, as the chain of seven hearts is completed, there won’t be any peace left on this world. The evil inside him will unleash, the greatest of the evil that will be. The evil which will make the history of catastrophe, which no one will be able to stop. It’s in your hands now, it was always in your hand”,

The layers of streaked blood surrounding the entirety of the mansion is overwhelming. There’s been so much death to my kind as of late, all at the hands of demons. A war between our two species that should have died off ages ago, still rages on for no other reason than generational hate. Frankly, I’m sick of it, but the fury in my heart for the demons is stronger than my inner longing for peace between us. For us to stop wasting innocent lives, especially of the young that haven’t even had the chance to live. To love or laugh. To choose what’s most important to them.

“Aye, I appreciate it, okay. But listen, there’s nothing that would make you feel less if you also do it with others, you know; with different situation, with different people or vampires, or any creatures there could be living in this world,” Knowing her for like six months, I expected it already. And knowing me, a man that came from being villain, now smiling idiotly with whatever this girl in front of me was saying, is expectedly going to do that for sure. * My eyes are wandering every surrounding around where I weave myself into. The familiar sight had me want to reminisce, really. As I walk unimpededly through the alley of what’s supposed to be the place where our pack usually are whene

She went rigid, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice, and then she was coming, crying out my name-, her body shaking with the force of it,. I collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, our hearts hammering in sync. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching-, our breath mingling,. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent to our reconciliation,. But inside, in the warm light of our living room, with her arms around me and her heartbeat against my chest-, I finally felt like I could breathe again,.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

How do I shamelessly admit that I feel a deep, never-ending hollow in my chest, just at the mere thought of not seeing him again, of not seeing what he looks like anymore, and not even touching him. How do I explain that my heart is burning with pain at the thought of someone else touching me in ways that could never be my captor’s, and looking at me with those stone cold dark eyes that looks at me like it sees everything and knows every little detail about me, even when he can’t hide how clueless he is about the sort of creature that I am. April was right, and I am a shameless old hag. I tried to pull myself together, and since there was no other way forward than the one that was already pl

“Let’s end this.” Shadowkin burst from crystalline cracks, void-blades searing, eyes clouded, hymns jarring. They guard a colossal crystalline heart, its facets pulsing shadow, wraith-claws writhing within, its screech shaking stone. Veyn stands before it, void-blade raised, aura blazing, shoulder bloodied. His voice hisses. “The heart’s mine, Kael!” Kael’s blade arcs, sparks flying, voice raw. “No more!” Veyn’s laugh slices the air, Shadowkin charging, blades humming. Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the heart’s crystalline core, tied to her orb, its light the key to shattering it. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice sharp. “It’s the Herald’s ess

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!