Larass Heart Novels & Stories

Inside, a few small items were neatly arranged. A handwritten recipe card for the signature tart from the new dessert shop in town. I had once sent Carlo a message saying I wanted to try it. A single white lisianthus, pressed and preserved. It was almost identical to the one I had seen on the street corner and casually sent him a picture of. A palm-sized bronze replica of a vintage streetlamp, its lamppost bent at the same angle as the one on the street below my window. I had complained to him once that it had been broken for a month.

“Elara? Is she... is she hurt?” “She was born with a fading spark, Anya,” Silas said softly. “A Wolf-Heart defect. It’s rare among our kind, usually appearing in lines that have been over-strained by war or magic.” “Your heart. Your physical heart cannot sustain the power of a wolf. And your wolf, Elara, is slowly being suffocated by your body’s inability to host her.” The room went silent. Anya felt a tear slip down her temple. The weakness she had felt her whole life, the reason she had always been labeled a “frail Omega” it wasn't a character flaw. It was a death sentence.

Alaric stood center stage, Seraphina glowing with smug triumph at his side. “I won’t waste time,” Alaric declared. “The Nightshade Pack needs a Luna of strength. A she‐wolf who brings value. And that she-wolf… is Seraphina Langley.” Seraphina beamed. “Step aside, Seara. You were never meant to stand beside Alpha Alaric. That place was always mine.” Then Seraphina pressed her lips to Alaric’s in a claiming kiss that silenced the hall. Seara felt the last shard of her heart splinter, but she swallowed the pain like glass.

For some reason, seeing that suffering face, he became even more excited. “Ah!” The last unbearable sigh was the end of their wild night. Arsen’s burly body collapsed to the side. He tilted his head to the side, looking at Selina who had completely lost her mind. Almost passed out. However, Arsen didn’t care. This man does have a very cold heart towards anyone except Lyra. Even to his brother Nara who had died, he acted very cold. Only Lyra, only Lyra will get his warm attitude. Only that woman managed to melt Arsen’s cold and dark heart.

Something was coming. And it wasn’t friendly. The ground split beneath Sasha’s feet, sending her sprawling to her knees. A rush of heat erupted from the fissure, and a dark, oily mist poured out, curling around her like it was alive. The Heart of Eldara pulsed violently in her hand, the light it emitted flickering as if it were struggling to stay lit against the encroaching darkness.

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

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.

Blake The clubhouse was loud that night, the kind of loud that seeped into your bones. Laughter, music, bottles clinking, boots stomping to songs that never made it to the radio. For most people in here, it was comfort—a second home built on chaos. For Lucy, though, it was a battlefield. I could see it in every twitch of her shoulders, every dart of her eyes.

along his jaw and bruising around his left eye, but he was whole. He was alive. "Worried about me?" There was something vulnerable in the question, as if the idea of someone caring about his wellbeing was foreign to him. "Yes," she whispered, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. Beneath her palms, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart and the solid warmth of muscle. The fabric of his shirt was torn, revealing glimpses of the intricate tattoo work that covered his torso—a guardian angel on one side, a demon on the other, locked in eternal battle across his ribs. "We sent a message," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. "Hit three of their operations, took out two of their enforc

Lupus is extorting her. The heart of Darien almost stopped. “What, who—” She studied the blanket, her fingers twisting the thin fabric. “Yours or mine?” Larissa looked up at him, her eyes revealing confusion. “Do you think it was one of my grays or one of your \sreds?”