Our Missing Hearts Novels & Stories

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fourth Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

Rey asked while crossing his arms. “I'll call it, Flames of Heart.” Excitement filled her heart when she picked up her phone to call Butter. “Hey, Butter!” Waverly beamed. A smile is stretched on her face. Butter chuckled. “You already finish with the potion?” Waverly nodded her head as if Butter is in front of her. “Yep! Can we meet? You agreed on being my tester.” she said in a singing voice. “I know, but—” Butter sighed, “I'm sorry, A. I'm out of the country, I'm in Spain now.”

The pipeline was broken, and the Aegis corporation had officially withdrawn their personnel from the country to avoid a human corporate scandal. Laila looked down at her hands, her fingers still stiff and colorless. She asked Marcus about the remaining chapters of the Archive. She wanted to know how many Hearts were left on the map. Marcus produced the leather bound tablet from his pocket, the screen showing the map of Europe. The red markers over London and Paris had turned a steady, dark gray, indicating that their frequencies had been neutralized. But deeper to the east, buried within the dense, mountainous borderland between Germany and Switzerland, a single, massive golden icon was puls

“Even if I search the whole world for a love like the one I feel for you, I will never find it. You are the missing half of my heart. I love you, Klaus.” With a smile, I took the package and opened it. It was a photo album with a cover full of hearts. It contained pictures of me and Klaus from when I was born until we parted ways. The title was, “and the beginning was perfect.” Then there was a sequence of photos in which I was in England, happy, and he was in the pack looking sad, and the title was "My life without you,” and finally several blank pages, with the title, "What awaits us in the future."

Then, she vanished into thin air, leaving only her hood behind. My chest felt like it was being torn apart from within, each beat of my heart reminding me of its absence. The Moon Goddess had taken more than just my heart; she had stolen my ability to love, leaving a gnawing void that consumed my very soul. The pain was unending, a burning agony that left me gasping for breath. Every breath was a struggle, a silent scream against the cruel fate thrust upon me.

With heavy hearts, they realize that the missing journal holds not only cherished memories but also deepest musings and emotions. A profound sense of loss washes over Bryan and Joe, as if a part of their souls has been taken away. The stolen journal symbolizes a breach in the sanctity of their private world, leaving them with a haunting sense of vulnerability. Determined to find answers and reclaim what is rightfully theirs, they vow to uncover the truth behind the journal's disappearance, for its absence weighs heavily upon their hearts and sparks a flicker of foreboding in their souls.

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

But we couldn’t get past to holding hands. “He and I meet every day, we see eye-to-eye, but our hearts just don’t meet. Even if I didn’t know who you were in my life, my heart, my mind, and my body were all occupied by you. I couldn’t get this close to him. It’s just you, Luther. Try as I might, my mind doesn’t remember you, but my heart does. I couldn’t miss something I don’t even remember, but if the constant pain in my heart whenever I see you on TV or whenever I hear your name on the radio indicates that it’s my heart’s way of missing you, then yes, I missed you, too, Luther.”

The two have a little more talk about detective stuff so I turned to my heel. I was about to leave his side when his younger colleague uttered words that felt like I dived right in the middle of a frozen lake. “All of them have missing hearts while their other organs remain intact, aside from the fact that their skin was ripped right from their bodies…”

However, I never thought that the love I firmly believed Ariana had for me would burst like a bubble and disappear all at once as soon as her so-called first love and ex-boyfriend, Ivan Hatfield, returned home. As it turned out, I really was just a substitute for someone else after all. I inhaled deeply and cast my gaze upon the broken plaque that was now lying on the floor in a mess. The words on it said "Best wishes to Zack and Ariana", and I found it simply too much of an eyesore.