Primal Heart Novels & Stories

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

The pack that had previously tormented us in the pack. The whole stood up to greet them including our Alpha. I begrudgingly stood up too as he walked…strolled powerfully into the room, followed by a young man who wad…. wait a minute. My knees grow weak immediately when I saw the young man behind the alpha, even as I squinted my eyes because surely my sights were deceiving me. Oh no. I gasped as my heart dropped into my stomach, my chest squeezing painfully and knocking the breath out of me. Pain shot to my heart from every nerve in my body, breaking it into a million pieces.

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

Trinity took advantage of this situation perfectly well and unleashed her sword towards his heart straightly. She yelled loudly and roared in pain , the pain that her father was going through because of being stabbed by this ruthless demon prince. She poured all of herself into this as if it was the last stab she was giving to give her enemy and she did. Taking the perfect chance, she just stabbed him straight in his heart, the heart which was ruthless , merciless and didn't care about anyone, which had enough courage to harm the innocent people and take innocent lives which was like a stone kept in the left side of his chest.

He let out a blood curdling scream as the agony of desire raged through his tormented body. His breathing became shallow and his skin pasty as he closed the distance. With waning strength he collapsed at the base of the door, managing to push it forward and his eyes feasted on the images he saw. The old world was calling him. Fake promises, deception. Let go, Finn! Give in!

He scoffed. Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him, her voice rising. "Isn't that a prayer?" She asked, her tone defensive. "Prayers are answered when a human is in fear. I'm praying for our safety, and my heart is wishing. Is there anything wrong with that?" "Who knows if this is a punishment?" She continued. "Punishment for who?" He asked, his gaze darting between the road and her face. "For you," she replied simply. "Maybe this is because you rejected me. You broke my heart, and now you're paying for it… Too bad I have to go through this with you," Dominic muttered.

A mother’s heart is uniquely attuned to her child, a lifelong bond that begins even before birth and continues to grow, no matter the circumstances. As Rajeev hugged Ambika, the years of separation melted away. The moment his arms encircled her, an invisible thread pulled tight, linking their hearts in an unbreakable embrace. Ambika’s heart responded instantly, recognizing the touch of her child. It was as if her very soul had been waiting for this reunion, a part of her always aware, always hoping. Her body reacted with an instinctual warmth, a surge of profound love flooding her system. She felt his heartbeat against her chest, a familiar rhythm that resonated with her own. In that instant

Amelia asked, another sob escaping her lips. “Because every researcher and witch I have spoken to say if this Heavenly Heart truly existed and was as powerful as I’m claiming, it would be almost impossible to take the heart and keep it beating once it leaves its vessel. It would be easier if it was an immature heart and in the vessel of an infant. Still filled with light and purity. But it’s since aged and is even more powerful than we could ever imagine. Only the most elite and strongest beings on the earth can successfully take this heart out,” Penny scoffed. Amelia gasped.

Every surge of light from the crystal occurred exactly 120 milliseconds after the electrical impulse of Evangeline’s heart. $$f_{prism} = \phi(H_{bpm}) \cdot \int_{0}^{t} \text{Resonance}(t) \, dt$$ In the equation Lucien scrawled on the stone wall, the Prism's frequency ($f_{prism}$) was a direct function of the Heartbeat ($\phi(H_{bpm})$). The "Chosen One" wasn't just a title given by ancient prophecy; it was a biological reality. The Prism had recognized Evangeline as its primary conductor, and it had tethered its very existence to her circulatory system.

My heart screamed inside me. And then he stilled. Just like that, the warmth left his lips. My body froze. And then a sound tore from me, raw, primal, broken beyond words, a scream not from my throat, but from the deepest part of my soul. It echoed through the ruins, through the mountains, through the heavens. A sound of a heart ripped from its mate.