Karmic Hearts Novels & Stories

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

"Stay close. Trust in your instincts." They moved as one, a pack bound by a shared purpose. Amelia's ears perked up, catching a faint whisper on the wind. The voice was haunting and filled with sorrow, drawing her deeper into the labyrinth. Finally, they emerged into a small clearing, bathed in an ethereal, golden glow. In the center stood a pillar, upon which the Heartstone rested, pulsating with power. Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she approached the Heartstone. It hummed with an ancient energy, its radiance deepening the bond between their worlds. But as her hand closed around it, a jolt of searing pain coursed through her body.

, isn't that what Fred said? A combination of a battered heart and a bruised soul How will you bear the brunt of this Karmic burden you made? All Hearts!!

My eyes keep moving to the door, and then back to my laptop screen. Should I text Tripp and inform him about what's going on? My heart jumps out of my chest when I hear the door open. My eyes slowly shift to the glassed door. I set my eyes on a familiar face. "Hey," ~~~~

Sometimes, I feel like karma just sits somewhere and shuffle my life like a card without caring what impact it would serve in my life. The red chamber, my heart changed overnight-- and it is not the same anymore-- not at all-- it has locked its door giving no room for ventilation. All I feel is grief that comes in a massive wave, it is gruelling, it steals my appetite and sleep alike. It is a huge shard in my guts, a thorn in my skin and it doesn't plan on leaving me-- not now-- not soon. It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath.

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

I'm so sorry," I told them repeatedly how much I remorse my evil plan of revenge. Natalia somehow understood my actions though I knew that she's a little disappointed that Brent was hurting. Only if I knew sooner about the truth, I might not be psychologically persecuted by my father. She knew that I was really bothered between my love for my father and my love for Brent. What concerned me the most was if Brent would believe me that I really love him despite that revenge I plotted on him. "Prove to him that you really love him," Natalia convinced me carefully for us to settle our issues. I felt grateful for her comprehension that I was also a victim of my emotional struggle. My life since I

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.