Play Hearts Vex Novels & Stories

"She's trying to manipulate the Heart to her own ends." Aria nodded, her gaze fixed on Evangeline. The vampire queen was now hovering over the Heart, her hand outstretched as if to claim it as her own. Suddenly, the Heart began to hum, a low, resonant sound that vibrated through the chamber. Aria felt a surge of power, a connection to the Heart that was both exhilarating and terrifying. It was calling to her, beckoning her to reach out and claim it. But as she reached for the Heart, a new vision emerged. She saw herself, consumed by the Heart's power, her eyes glowing with an eerie light. She saw the destruction she would unleash, the innocent lives that would be lost.

[My Heart Shakes] — "David? David, are you okay?" An anxious Travis, whose hands were trembling, whispered a query that nervously flew out of his dry lips. His voice was cracking up with emotions while his tear-filled eyes witnessed David's body convulse on his lap. His heart was palpitating in the bedchambers of his throat, urging him to release it from his system. Heavy with despair— his heart yearned him to release a quivering, silent cry that pierced into David's ears— hustling him from his tragic world.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

Although, because of position and closeness, Vivian gets his attention more than other mates get. No single tickle in his heart, he felt in his entire life as if his heart didn’t know how to beat for someone else or know what the definition of love was. He is like a human with no heart which can love. His heart is frozen and seemingly with a curse.

It shot up through the geyser-arch, a pillar of pure emotional energy that pierced the violet sky and struck the lead Reaper directly in its "Synthetic Heart." The effect was instantaneous and terrifying. The Reapers weren't destroyed by fire or force; they were destroyed by feeling. The "Synthetic Hearts" that powered the machines were built for logic, for cold efficiency, and for the "Zero-Pulse" world. They had no defenses against the raw, unfiltered spectrum of Lycan emotion.

His hand grabs mine against his heart, and presses my palm even harder against it. “Feel that, Vivi?” he whispers, breath fanning my face. That’s when I find the courage to stare into his eyes; into these eyes that seem to suck me in. “Feel how my heart beats for you, only ever for you.” I swallowed, my own heart also beating erratically. “I d-do, Felix.”

“Do you think they see us?” “They don’t need to,” Rhea murmured. “If they’re adjusting the stabilizer manually, they’re already seconds from triggering a failure cascade.” Adrian’s pulse thudded harder. There were only two reasons someone would be inside the Heart chamber right now—either they were trying to seize it… or destroy it. Judging from the way the Heart’s rhythm staggered, skipping beats like a heart in the midst of arrhythmia, it was definitely the latter. “We need to shut down the veil,” Adrian said, already moving toward the auxiliary panel embedded in the wall. It flickered with corrupted data, as though someone had partially overwritten the system.

“I can feel him.” “I don’t really know anything about curses,” Max said, “But I’ve never heard of one that makes someone’s heart stop.” “That sounds like something a vampire would do,” Thorne said. I froze. “What do you mean?” “Vampires,” Thorne said. “Their hearts don’t beat at all, right?”

Celeste (between Remy, Noah, and Brittany—smiling): “High school, high sync.” Locket thumped—six heartbeats + two new ones + forty-seven hellebores + valley frost.

"I don't know you, I don't trust you, and I'm not going to sell myself to some billionaire who thinks he can buy people the way he buys companies." She made to close the door. "Your father didn't die of a heart attack." Her hand froze. Kieran Locke's voice was low, and factual, as if he were discussing the weather. "Victor Delacroix's death certificate clearly states 'myocardial infarction.' However, his medical records-those not released to the official files- tell a different story. He was poisoned. Slowly, methodically. Over a matter of months. And the individuals responsible are currently searching for what he left behind."