Paranoia Heartsteel Novels & Stories

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

Lucia said "Common trust me! It is going to work!" Meshach insisted "Noo the head office control have already known all of us in this class as unserious students, only shad" henry said with serious look "That's why I said it is going to work because Shadrach and Nana are no longer in the way they are used to before, so...... Who is in?" Meshach concluded "I! Am in! I trust you! I believe you!" Lucia said as she is the first person to stress her hand forward and stares at Meshach as she licks her lips

Which I know he couldn't. I walked to the window and opened the curtains slowly, only to see a body on the ground shivering. Omg… It was Steve! What had I done? Don’t tell me I killed him. I rushed down the stairs and went outside. "Steve," I called, but he didn't reply to me. I hope he wasn't dead. "Get up," I shook him, but he didn't respond. I turned him over and placed my ear on his chest to check if he was still alive. Fortunately, his heart was still beating fast, but his breathing was very slow.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

The gun stopped under my chin and my throat dried up immediately. Using the gun, he lifted my chin so I could look at him. He looked hot but at the same time, scary as a devil. He gave his head a small shake. “I don’t run a charity organization, Mira Parker,” WHAT?! My eyes almost budged out. He knows my name “Yeah, probably how he was able to trace you,” my subconscious rolled its eyes and I sighed inwardly. But that relief was short–lived. I watched as his lips twitched devilishly up.

Strangely enough, my fever broke the very night I put it on. After that, I never had another serious illness. Now he wanted to take it from me and give it to Olivia, as if every memory attached to it meant nothing. When Ryan saw my silence, he added stiffly, as though he were doing me the courtesy of explaining himself. "Olivia has been weak lately. She will only wear it for a few days. Once she feels better, she will give it back." I pressed my fingers to the charm at my throat, then tore it free in one swift motion. Setting it on the coffee table, I slid it toward Olivia.

The purple veins weren't just pulsing—they were expanding, spreading like a dark mold toward his carotid artery. "The Null-Serum didn't just delete his wolf; it left his cellular walls completely defenseless," Malakai explained, stepping forward slowly, his hands raised in a mock gesture of surrender. "Your void magic is currently acting like a foreign parasite inside his blood stream. His human heart can't handle the pressure. He needs a synthetic cellular stabilizer. And guess who has the only dosage within fifty miles?" Malakai reached into the hidden tactical pocket of his gold-trimmed cloak, pulling out a small, heavy silver cylinder pulsing with a dull, blue luminescent liquid. A corpo

Sloane caught him, her hands rough and warm—the most real things he had felt in days. In the center of the room, the Accumulator sat silent. It was no longer humming. It was pulsating with a slow, heavy rhythm—the Heartbeat of Chaos. "We have it," Sloane whispered, looking at the brass sphere. "The weapon that ends the silence." Kael looked up at the ceiling. He could feel the weight of the Auditor’s gaze from above. He knew that the heist hadn't gone unnoticed. The Auditors were no longer "Observing"; they were "Sanitizing."

I called after him. As he opened the door, a heavier presence met him. Aaron. They glared at each other for a moment, boring holes into one another before stepping past each other without a word. His eyes met mine as he shut the door. Locked it. Yeah. Right. Just what I needed after opening my eyes. “Cole Prescott,” he called. His voice cold. Calm. Calculated. I watched him carefully. Every step. Every twitch. Every movement. Aaron was a man with a fragile ego. He hated defiance, but he loved fear.