Karmic Hearts Novels & Stories

The air in the basement of Kharos didn't just feel hot; it felt heavy, as if the oxygen had been replaced by molten lead. The Solar Heart—a massive, pulsating crystal of pure celestial energy—was no longer glowing with its usual steady, golden radiance. Instead, it was fractured, its core invaded by the oily, violet veins of the Sleeper’s Fire. Every pulse of the Heart sent a shockwave through the stone floor, a rhythmic thrum that Audrey felt in her very teeth.

He walked toward the First Heart. She laughed. You still don't understand. Kael stopped. You need me. The First Heart's smile vanished. What? You've been using my memories. Kael's eyes turned black. You've been feeding on my guilt. The First Heart stepped backward. No. You need my hatred. Kael's darkness began spreading across the sky. But I don't hate you. The First Heart's face twisted. Then what do you feel? Kael looked at Lyra. Regret.

“We’re forging. And today we seal it.” I held out my hands. They didn’t hesitate. The moment our palms met, powers sang One by one, they flared white-hot, etching ancient runes into their surfaces,runes none of us had ever seen, but that our bodies recognized like a mother’s lullaby. Anima Gemina. Trinity Unbroken. Heir of Storm, Shadow, and Flame. I gasped as the final thread moved into place like a vow. Written in fire, sealed in shadow, witnessed by storm.

I don’t know if Nigel is comforting her out there but she’s crying so hard that I feel bad for eavesdropping. “Kate, I—”, Nigel begins but she cuts him off “Don’t explain. It’s fine. I understand” “No listen Kate”, Nigel cuts in “ I know how this is supposed to work and I’m really sorry you’re hurting. I swear I didn’t mean it. You’re my friend and I hate to see you cry but I really tried to warn you Kate, fuck I tried, but you’ve seen it for yourself already and there’s nothing I can do about it except be truthful with you. I’ve said it before that we’d never work out but maybe I didn’t say it properly. I love her and that’s not going to change. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than this”.

my childhood playmate is someone I can recognize while the Sachiko I met this past few days is hard to understand who she is. "Sometimes fate can be cruel, it will make you ride it leading to a wrong approach. It feels like it is playing with your heart, you will meet someone and you wish and hope that it is the right person you have been looking for then suddenly truth explode like a grenade exposing it is the wrong person" he stated full of emotion. I guess he is right. "But sometimes it is not only the fate that can play cruelty against us, but it is also our heart and mind too. Fate lead while our heart and mind expects it, we also hope that it is the right person" I added. If only cruel

It was coming from the heart itself, its malicious energy radiating in waves. “Why don’t you disappear already?” Damon hissed. The heart’s voice chuckled darkly. “How many times must I explain this? I will leave the day my master reclaims me.” “Who’s your master?” I asked, stepping forward. “The new king of the dark,” it whispered, its voice dripping with malice. “That’s impossible,” I growled. “The last king—Ravengrim—was banished to the abandoned vortex. He’s as good as dead.”

Wisdom replied. "Okay... but please go take her away" Mikel requested. "Mikel... you know what the Dr. stated, you need someone you love so dearly at your side" "I don't think that we should send her away, you should please..." "Find a place in your heart and accept her, give her a chance," Wisdom said. "I...? you mean I...? was it supposed to be me that need to find a place in my heart or her?" "Come on I can't love her, I killed her family, what are you saying?"

My trembling body pressed against Liam's chest, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his arms around me. God! There was so much muscle under his shirt. How come I hadn’t noticed? I felt a tingling feeling inside me. It was hard to describe the feeling, the feeling of being held so close. I could feel the warmth radiating from his chest, subtly seeping into the core of my being.

Aria’s eyes narrowed. “Back to where it all began,” he replied, then strode off as if marching into battle once more. Aria wanted to call after him, but swallowed the words. She knew there was no turning back. If Damian Cross had returned, the storm had already begun. And Kai stood at its very center. On the television, the commentators spoke of comeback, glory, redemption. But the eyes on the screen promised something else: blood, vengeance, destruction. And deep in Kai Mercer’s heart, a voice whispered the cruel truth: if the ring pulled him back in, it wouldn’t only be his fists that bled.