Kingdom Hearts Dive To The Heart Novels & Stories

Getting the potions from that witch was the easiest part of my plan. I had to blackmail her to get these potions, but I’ll do anything to win. Blackmail, cheating, and maybe kidnapping. Whatever it takes to get the life I deserve. I need to win the heart of the Alpha King. I’ll win or trick his heart by any means necessary.

"Damn you, Annabelle." As I continued my solitary journey, the shadows cast by the towering trees became more menacing. Each twist and turn in the road seemed to reveal hidden horrors, imaginary figures lurking just beyond my peripheral vision. My overactive imagination conjured images of malevolent entities hiding behind the gnarled trunks, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. A shiver ran down my spine as I quickened my pace, desperate to escape the oppressive darkness that enveloped me.

Then, I felt a strong hand grasp my arm, pulling me upwards. "Are you okay?!" Dawzon asked, his voice a mix of concern and urgency. I couldn't help but hug him tightly, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and relief. The island, with its hidden secrets and unexpected encounters, was slowly revealing its true nature. And I, with my heart full of hope and fear, was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Just when she turned to face me with a bloody face, I brought out my claws and dug it into her chest. “You made the mistake of underestimating me, Hannah,” I spat, feeling her heart beating under my very claws. “I am no longer the same girl who was naive and weak. My name is Aqua, and I will be the Luna Queen. Remember my name in the afterlife.” After my final words, I pulled back my hand with ruthless precision. Hannah's eyes slowly turned lifeless after I yanked out her heart and threw it on the floor. I stared at my bloody hands, expecting to feel self-disgust for my actions but it didn't come. Instead, I felt more empowered than ever.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

They had to break the tide. One guard lunged, bigger than the rest, his bulk filling her vision. She ducked low, letting his momentum carry him past, and in that heartbeat she spotted it: the choke point. The narrow line of bodies bottlenecked between the tables and the far wall. If she could take out the anchor at the center, the formation would falter.

They would require a deeper understanding, a connection to the mysteries of the universe. The Goddess gestured to a figure cloaked in shadows, who stepped forward and spoke in a low, melodious voice. "Here is your first riddle, Liam: What is it that is blind, yet sees? What is it that is silent, yet speaks?" I closed my eyes, focusing my thoughts. And then, like a flash of lightning, the answer came to me. "The answer is the heart," I said confidently. "It is blind to the physical world, yet sees the truth of our emotions. It is silent, yet speaks volumes through our intuition."

I take a deep breath; I have to calm myself to do it. I steady my breath, I relax my body, I think about Theon, concentrate only on him, I try to summon to my memory every detail, every emotion, every fragrance, every look, every touch... and suddenly I can feel and hear it. A heartbeat, which is so well known to me, strong and loving, even though now frightened, and finally I just know, I know that he senses me as much as I sense him. "It is Becca's doing, Full Moon's territory, please hurry" I almost feel his arms physically around me as I suddenly lose my strength and allow darkness to consume me.

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.

Switched off the nearest light. The room plunged into darkness. "What are you doing?" she whispered. "Quiet." The command left no room for argument. The footsteps grew louder. Closer. Then stopped outside the archive room. Seraphina's heart hammered against her ribs. She could hear her own breathing. Could hear Damian's. Could hear the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. The door creaked open. A flashlight beam swept through the darkness. Searching. Hunting. The beam moved across rows of cabinets.