Mystic Hearts Novels & Stories

I nodded. It was the punishment I deserved. Just when I thought it was all over, the old, familiar voice echoed in my head again. 'Regret will not unmake the past, young Alpha.' I turned. The Mystic was there again, a ghost in the shadows of the great hall. "What are you doing here again?" "I've come to tell you a secret," he said, walking toward me, his staff tapping a slow rhythm on the stone floor. "The Farewell Ritual does not always mean death."

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

"No one can tame me yet you..." I yelled, and my Silver Heart was full of strength, love, and pulse. "I am the silver heart!" AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT US!“ When the Eclipse Wraith screamed, arcs of darkness moved violently against my balanced energy. The pieces slowly began to match up with my heartbeat, going along with the Silver Heart, the True End, the Shadowed Moon, and the piece that was inside me. Sparks of red, silver, black, and blood lit up the forest like a storm of stars.