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?”

“Bring the rest as well as the hearts.” “I’m not a fucking Alpha, you know. These assholes are huge; the fuck am I going to carry three and a plate of hearts?” I grumble as I pick up two deadweights. These were warriors in the pack as well, who obviously had their minds twisted like Dimitri and his mate. “Excuses,” he rolls his eyes and throws the bodies outside before returning for the last one and the hearts. While he’s doing this, I run back inside to grab lighter fluid and a box of matches.

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

The deal is that this time HE is asking for the offspring of the shard heart and souls of the prominent two into the world and book of Scarlet Blood. “A game.” Haru faintly whispers as he doesn’t have any choice left right now, nor a path to take out of desperation to change the world and lives of the ones that he loves. “I’ll gladly take everything.” HE then snaps His finger as the pentagram of HIS world and void draws in front of Haru. Appearing his gate that slowly opens to welcome Haru inside. With the ticking clock along with Haru’s footsteps, HE giggles, and whispers. “Now, now, now. Just what fate will you stir in the 2nd world, Haru.”

After a few seconds of looking around and the sights of her sleeping mate beside her made her calm but worried since whatever had happened in her vision wasn't reality yet In her vision she had seen a pure heart of diamond which was so full of life, compassion and love but then the scene changed to show a dark mist hovering over the heart, it was scary, the heart emits a bright light, bright enough to blind anyone but in the end it shatters into a million pieces successful getting rid of the foul mist but at the expense of being shattered.

Every hour of my mother’s life is being held together by machines and medicine. And he asked for nothing in return. No conditions. No pressure. Not even a hint of expectation. But my heart wouldn’t stop whispering: He helped you because he cares about your family. Because he believes in you. Because he sees something in you for Damien. Isn’t this the least you can do? I didn’t want to repay him. Not out of obligation. Not out of debt. But out of respect. Out of gratitude. Out of the belief that maybe, just maybe, there was something real behind the way he saw me.

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.

Rhea moved silently, her expression unreadable as she studied the shifting light. “Stay close,” Rhea instructed. “Once you step into the altar’s domain, there’s no turning back. The trials are designed to test not just your physical strength, but your will, your heart.” Lia’s chest tightened. **Her heart**. What did that mean? The glowing pulse from the Heart grew brighter still, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked stone and broken columns that once held sacred significance. The ruins themselves seemed to lean in, the air thick with anticipation. The past, the present, and the future merged in this place—the gateway to a power older than the Empire itself.

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