Of Harrowed Hearts Novels & Stories

I took a gamble, hoping Claire still had a shred of loyalty left and that maybe, deep down, she still cared about me. Ten days later, the competing company's bid came in. Every figure was exactly one percent higher than mine. That kind of coincidence simply didn't happen. So, there was only one logical explanation—someone had stolen my numbers and undercut me by the smallest margin possible to win. Then, I saw Langston and Lincoln strutting out of that company's back office, smirking like they'd already popped the champagne to celebrate.

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

It surged through the Prime Node beneath my feet, spiraling up through my spine like a column of white-hot liquid metal, and then erupted from my chest and back out into the violet sky like a supernova solar flare. ​The sickly, oppressive violet light of the Hive ship was met head-on by a rising wave of solid, unyielding gold. The “Harvest Frequency” that had been stripping the city of its essence was completely drowned out by the sound of seven million human hearts beating in perfect, militant synchronization. It was a rhythm so powerful it made the very atmosphere ripple, creating visible rings of distortion that surged outward from the Vane Spire.

But he was still standing—tall, smug, unshaken. “You disappoint me, girl,” he said smoothly, pacing in a small circle around where I lay. “All that fire, wasted on stubborn pride.” I pushed up on shaking arms, breath ragged, ribs burning like someone had lit a match under my skin. My legs trembled as I forced them beneath me, rising despite the scream in every muscle. “You were supposed to bring change,” Harrow continued. “Not rebellion.” “You were supposed to be dying in a rocking chair,” I snapped, teeth clenched, “not stabbing us in the back like a damn coward.”

“You always do.” Their hands brushed—brief, electric. The city outside trembled with unrest and rebirth. And somewhere, The Harrow watched from his unseen throne, whispering to his lieutenants: “Let the Queen think she’s building hearts. Hearts break easier than walls.”

“And you won’t find what you’re looking for here.” The entity lunged closer, leaving scorched marks on the floor. “You lie,” it hissed, moving faster than thought itself. “All patterns consume. All minds feed. You will comply.” “I don’t comply!” Harrow snapped, stepping sideways, letting debris and overturned crates hide her. “You’re unstable! You’re incomplete! You’re —” Her words faltered as sparks flew past her head, heating the air. “You’re a copy of chaos!” The creature paused, its many mirrored eyes flickering with confusion, an unfamiliar hesitation. “Chaos… incomplete… What is this?”

She felt that this was the answer to all her dreams. Harvey was ready to walk into the hall, he walked confidently. The clothes on his body made him even more handsome. His aura was really shining on his birthday. All eyes were on him. At that moment, Lora was facing Harold. They quickly passed each other. Harvey noticed that Lora was near Harold. Harold's hand suddenly reached out to embrace Lora. Jealousy was evident in Harvey's eyes. Lora could read it and immediately moved away from Harold, then she quickly left the hall while all eyes were fixed on Harvey.

But Trevor elite towards them as he clawed against each one, tearing their arms from their body. As he landed on the ground, the two remaining harpies began to fight towards him as they slashed their class against his abdomen. However, the white furred werewolf quickly retaliated by slashing its class against one of the harpies, decapitating it instantly. As the final one made its move to attack, it was quickly killed by Trevor biting off her head. Well. June said as her and her sisters watched Trevor take the harpies of hearts. Are we ever going to get used to watching stuff like this happen?

"They’re not waiting for the 29 days. They’re 'Clearing the Cache' to make room for the 'Hive-Mind' transition." Through the speakers of the server room, I heard a scream. It was a scream I knew. "ELARA! HELP US!" It was my mother’s voice, broadcast through the digital static of the Harvester’s intake. "The Harvester is pulling them in," Hope cried. "If they get sucked into the 'Trash' folder... they’re gone forever!" --- ### The Choice of the Flesh I didn't have 29 days. I didn't even have 29 minutes. I looked at the iron pipe in my hand. It was a pathetic weapon against a corporate god. I looked at Silas, whose hologram was flickering as the Harvester began to jam the city's signals.

Harper’s POV My heart hammers so violently against my ribs that it feels like it will explode right through my gown. The world tilts on a terrifying axis. The silver moonlight bouncing off the harbor water feels entirely too bright, exposing every fractured piece of my life. Cade’s brutal words still hang in the cold night air, a jagged, unforgiving declaration that has completely nuked my professional existence.