Play Hearts Vex Novels & Stories

Then she tightened the grip on their heart. The pain the vampires were feeling in their chests was because Lexy used a magical spell to do so. She was somehow assuming that as the human body needed the heart to live, the vampires would also feel the same difficulty breathing when she gets to grip their hearts. It was not something she was sure of. But Lexy knew it would work since nature responded to her chanted spell. Lexy chanted a spell asking nature to seize their enemy in whichever way was the deadliest and most effective way. And she only realized that vampires would die by attacking their heart, squeezed or pulled out, crushed like an overripe tomato in one’s hand.

"Now! Let's see how good your Phoenix lineage is shall we? If I put your heart back in, and give you a taste of blood from your own little heart of course, because I certainly am not giving you my blood; it should be enough to get you back to normal." She grabs the heart off the box and glances it carefully, the small thump of the heart is still heard. "Now, since technically, you are part vampire, you need a dead heart, so!" She glides her hand over the heart, returning it to normal. The thumping of the heart stops again and she forcibly presses it inside her chest.

“Tell me. It’s frustrating that I could feel your uncertainty, but I can’t read your mind.” “It’s just… What if you change your mind?” I traced the neckline of his black cashmere sweater. “I can’t really rely on your words, you know. You changed your mind too many times since we met.” “I know.” He grabbed my right hand, pressing it right where his heart was. “But do you feel that?” I nodded, bewildered at the thumping beneath my palm. It’s interesting when every lore I’ve read spoke of vampires as undead, without a heartbeat. And here he is, a vampire with a beating heart.

“Hear it, my love, even right now… your heart races for me.” “Ronan … stop…” Her words refused, but her fingers betrayed her. She was clutching weakly at my shirt as if anchoring herself to me. I smirked. My wolf howled with triumph. I pushed Vexia onto the bed, pinning her beneath me. I loomed above her body then kissed her lips for some time… She was breathing heavily, her heart beating fast. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. She wriggled under me, burning the roaring fire in my veins.

He kept his gaze fixed on Rachel, his eyes reflecting both pain and a fierce determination. "Yes, Racheal," he said softly, his voice unwavering. "It’s Victor’s heart that beats inside me now. And his death… it wasn’t a clean one. It was brutal. They ripped his heart from him while he was still very much alive, very much aware of every agonizing second."

But he also said he wanted her? “Here? What do you feel?” Alaric asked, taking her hand and pressing it against his chest. His heart thrummed against her palm, calm and gentle, a wild contrast to hers. “Your heartbeat?” She replied, tilting her head to the side. “I don’t understand. Was I supposed to feel anything else?” “Do you know that vampires don’t have heartbeats?” He smiled, rubbing her hand with his fingers. “They don’t?” She gawked at him, pressing her hand harder to his chest. “But I can feel it. Or is that not a heartbeat? Is there something else instead of a heart?”

Taking me to a world I had only read about. I could feel the love as his lips moved against mine softly. I could hear the promises in his steadily beating heart. I could see the dreams we could achieve as I closed my eyes, feeling myself disappear into a story that only ended in a happily ever after. And in this world of broken hearts, I had chosen his, to make it mine. And I had no intention of returning it ever.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath warm on my face. I gasped, my hands coming up to brace against his chest, to push him away, but he covered them with his own, holding them there, right over his heart. I could feel its frantic, heavy rhythm. “Jax—” “Elliot,” he whispered my name, and it sounded like a prayer and a curse all at once. “Get away from me,” I said, but the words had no force. They were a reflex, the last defense of a heart that knew it was already lost.

Damien asked, his own composure carefully maintained despite what I recognised, watching him closely, as genuine underlying tension. "There's a structural anomaly in your heart's left ventricle that wasn't present in your original scans, before your cardiac event," the doctor explained. "It's not necessarily concerning on its own, but combined with certain other markers, I want to rule out a specific genetic condition that can sometimes manifest following significant cardiac stress." The additional testing required nearly two weeks to complete, an agonising period of uncertain waiting that tested both of our considerable resilience, built across decades of navigating this family's various co

“I will punish Ivar for this. He crossed the line this time.” “How will you do that Mother?” Princess Elsa asked. Her stepmother did not know their little secret. They were vampires and only the Emperor knew about it. “Tell Alissa not to the bride in his bed again. She should be given a separate room” The Empress commanded. “If I don't give orders, do not let her spend the night in his room. That's his punishment.” “Mother , that’s too harsh. Give him another punishment” princess Elsa pleaded. Separating two lovers was not a good idea to her.