Karmic Hearts Novels & Stories

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“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 three kinds of forgot their hands with me and the four willingly gave me their eyeballs for my gift to Heriel and caelyn, the arm should be more of Jamiel style. Echoes of screams and the thick smell of blood, that other life in me wants to come out and play. BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! I need three more hearts to complete my collection for heriel and four more eyeballs to make caelyn a necklace. Probably a liver for Ezryold to experiment on. Maybe even a congratulation gift from uncle Damiel. Two kidneys for Jamiel and a full body for khalys. The head of their cappo for me.

Nova gritted her teeth. “I won’t let you corrupt them.” “You cannot control billions of hearts.” “No,” she whispered. “But they can control themselves.” She reached deeper into the emotional flow. She let the mortals feel her. Her fear. Her determination. Her love for Kieran. Her refusal to abandon them. For a moment the system went silent. Then the response came. Not as words. But as feeling. Millions of hearts pushing back against the chaos. Kieran gasped softly. “They’re choosing us.”

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.

The storm in his blood—so long resisted, so tightly reined—was unleashed not with anger, but with trust. Power flooded him, not in a violent surge but in a grounded force. His claws shimmered silver. The madness in his eyes cleared as something greater than vengeance guided him. Aria stood in the center of the chamber, arms raised, the Heartstone levitating between her palms. The light became blinding. The ancient carvings along the walls lit in sequence, one after the other, pulsing in harmony with Kael and Aria’s bond. Malric screamed. His body twisted unnaturally, smoke rising from his skin as the light seared away the corruption. He hurled himself at Aria in a final, desperate lunge—

, Iyaz told them, metaphorically washing his hands to wipe out his sins. “We can’t let Cipher be victorious. It will be the end of all of us”, Jack added fuel to the coal, just waiting for the cluster to start the fire. “That’s right! Ciphers are selfish! They must burn in hell!”, a man exclaimed with a metallic scream, raising both of his middle fingers in the air. His teeth were replaced with gold, grinding and eyes as white as being possessed by a demon. A woman added, her voice screeching, piercing through the drums of everyone’s ear, “My boyfriend died because of them! They don’t deserve to live either.”

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

The warmth and tenderness had faded, replaced by anger, resentment, and violence. She paused for a moment, her eyes staring blankly at the floor as she wiped away the last of the mess. She wasn’t going to wait for things to go back to how they once were,she had given up on that hope ages ago. The realisation hit her like a cold wave, the love they once shared was gone, and no amount of wishing or waiting would bring it back.

The tension that had seized my muscles slowly began to ease, the scent of lavender and chamomile weaving a calming spell around me. As I submerged myself, the world muted to the gentle gurgling of the water and the rhythmic thud of my own heartbeat. The anger, the fear, the despair – they all swirled around me, a murky vortex threatening to pull me under. The image of Alexei's face, hardened by a darkness that mirrored the shadows in the room, flickered behind my eyelids. His words, cold and sharp as blades, echoed in my mind: "You're staying here. It's settled."