Karmic Hearts Novels & Stories

Blood stained his lips now while corruption continued devouring his body from the inside, yet obsession still burned in his eyes brighter than fear. “Yes,” he whispered. “A perfect consciousness. Shared instinct. Shared memory. Shared soul.” Ronan’s aura darkened instantly. “Shut up.” But Aria already understood the horrifying truth. The Heart did not view love as emotional connection. It viewed love as biological fusion. The Failed Heart pulsed violently overhead as though pleased she finally understood. Suddenly another explosion shook the sanctuary above. Then screams. Dozens. Hundreds. Kael’s expression tightened immediately as pack-bond panic flooded the chamber. “The eastern districts

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name? She opened her I*******m account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

"You know nothing about me" “Don't I?” His voice sharpened. “Heir. Favourite. He taught you all the skills and left the scraps for me. You were trained for Alpha while I was told to stand aside. Gave you everything and yet…” his eyes came close to his, jaw tightened. “...and yet your heart was filled with so much hate” Lucian's stare went cold. “What are you yapping about?” Callum's composure snapped. “You're an ingrate! A hollow wolf!” His fury pulsated in his chest, rising and falling. “Go on. Do it…Hit me”

When a gentle person got angry, it was the most terrifying thing. "She's been dealing with you for so many years. As a person, the one thing you should never betray is a sincere heart. I hope you two part ways peacefully. If I ever see you hit her again, I won't be so kind! And no matter how bad she is, a rotten person like you has no right to talk about her like that." Watching me in stunned silence, Jessica slowly rose and reached out to me. But just before her hand could touch mine, I stepped back.

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

The third key was ours. I approached the stone pedestal at the heart of the tomb, where a faint light glimmered. Embedded in the ancient rock, glowing with an eerie, pulsing energy, was the Heart of the Forest—the third key. The artifact was nothing like I’d imagined. It wasn’t a simple relic or object. It was a living thing, a crystalline orb entwined with roots and vines, glowing with the vibrant energy of life itself. But beneath that glow, I sensed a dangerous current—one that could either bring Silverclaw salvation or its utter destruction. Lysandra stepped beside me, her eyes narrowing as they fixated on the Heart. "That’s it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "The Heart of the