Karmic Hearts Novels & Stories

“The Council won’t stop. They’ll send the Shadow Division first, but if that fails, they’ll summon the High Seers. You don’t want to face them.” I swallowed. “Then tell me how to stop them.” Sylra’s expression turned grave. “You can’t. Not yet. The Heart’s power is incomplete.” My pulse quickened. “Incomplete?” “There are two Hearts,” she said. “Light and Shadow. You hold one. The other…” Her eyes flicked toward the mountain peaks. “Has already awakened.” Edward’s face hardened. “Where?” Sylra’s answer was barely a whisper. “In the east. In the ruins of Dareth.”

"If you want the Mooncrest power, take it from the source! My heart is the only thing that can satisfy that hunger! Take my life and let the others go!" The Dark-Rhea paused. She glided back toward Rhea, her mirror-eyes scanning Rhea’s body with a clinical, detached interest. She leaned down, her face inches from Rhea’s, and for a second, Rhea felt the sheer, crushing weight of the void. "Your heart?" the construct asked, a faint, metallic laugh echoing through the cavern. "Your heart is filled with rot and grief, Rhea. It is tainted by the Alpha's touch. It is... impure. The Archive does not want a heart that has already begun to decay."

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I wouldn't let them go just like that. "What are your names?" I question loudly. "I'm…I'm Regina" the pretty one stutters. "I'm Katherine" the other replies boldly. "I'll back to the both of you later. You'll serve as examples to other gossipers. Now fuck off" I say harshly and they both scurry off. The other girl's boldness was something else. So they all think I could have sex with just anybody. That's all I've been doing lately. Fuckkk. When did I start caring about what people think about me? I don't give a shit about being a better person. I enjoy being a bad person. It suits me so damn well. I walk into my hotel room angrily

I can never be with him as I like Sameer and I want to be with him but his thinking made me realize that he is such a good human being and any girl is lucky to have him but I can never be that girl because I want to be with Sameer. "Where are you lost?" he asked. "No I was thinking why doesn't every man think like you?" "I dont know about anyone but I think like this after seeing many thing and it all depends on our heart. If we love someone from the heart then that's the main thing, and nothing else does matters," he said and I was there sitting and admiring him. How can he be so different from everyone? *****

Artemis’ eyes begin to fill with regret and tears. “Whatever it is, Artemis, we can get it,” Yaya says. She reaches out, taking his hand in hers to comfort him. “I need a heart,” he says, still looking down at the light pink and white linens of his bed. “A heart?” Archie asks, moving closer to Artemis’ bed. “Yes. I need the heart of someone pure and innocent. It’s the only way to reverse the magic that I used. Otherwise, the poison will continue to kill your pack members. I’m so sorry.” Artemis begins crying. I drop my notepad and pen, stunned.

“The heart below answers to blood. It always has.” Elara turned on him. “Say one more word about my child like she’s a tool, and I will end you.” For the first time, Thorne hesitated. Kael stepped beside her, low voice steady. “What is the heart?” Thorne studied the fissure. “An old force. Buried when the first packs divided the north. It feeds on power. Bonds. Bloodlines.” The silver light pulsed. Mira’s small fingers curled into Elara’s cloak.

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.

I whisper, my voice thick with tears. “I know.” His words are soft, tinged regret and pain. Heavy silence stretches between us, but for the first time, I don’t mind it. I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear, letting it ground me, anchor me in the present. The music changes, James Arthur’s Last of the Whiskey filling the room. The slow, sultry beat wraps around us, and I find myself wishing I could sway to the melody, to lose myself in the haze of smoke.

It's not a fairytale ending, because there will always be trouble lurking. We are in the business of organized crime, after all, but we'll solve it together like the family we are, like a pack of wolves, because now they have me, the missing ace of hearts in their perfect imperial flush. They have me and I have them. The wolf brothers, my husbands. And I couldn't have wished for a better future. END