Primal Heart 소설 & 이야기

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

he took in a weighty breath. The tightness in her muscles relaxed. There was something in his voice. Forlorn, hurt. She'd never lost a parent. She didn't know this flavour of pain. Her heart ached for him. “I couldn't give a shit about your whereabouts” he finished. His words tore, a sharp gash to her chest. Blood seeped from it. Somehow she still told herself that he wasn't like this. The mate bond would turn his heart. They could rule together. Learn each other. They could be happy.

“I know you can feel it too…..but…you keep pushing me away, I didn’t mean to hurt nobody, I just wanted a feel of your heart” Mateo couldn’t help but feel his body language betray him, he tried to resist but he couldn’t, looking straight into her eyes he remained still, her hands on his chest, he felt enslaved to her touch. “How could I tell her how I feel?” the words were burning in his throat but he couldn’t let it out so “how could I say it with words?” Her body was calling to his but his mind couldn’t take the call. He wanted her more than she did for him, the thought of Betty engulfed his mind. He thought he’d overcome it with his mafia traits but the feelings were growing every passing

He moved across the ground in a blur, picking up the crystal, his fingers wrapping around it. Cole pushed himself up, his shadow and light flaring to life. “Give it back,” he growled, his voice filled with rage. The figure looked at the crystal, then at Cole, and smiled—a cold, empty smile that showed no emotion. “This is the heart of your new balance?” he said, his voice like a grinding stone. “How… pathetic. We have come to claim this world for the Primal Realm. Your balance means nothing to us. It will be erased, along with everything you hold dear.”

“I felt the blood song myself, Veyron. The Primaria mark is on her soul. You felt it too when she poured power into your own son on the ice. Do not insult us by pretending you did not.” Veyron’s mouth opened but he didn’t say a word. A younger elder with a scar across his face stood up quietly. His voice shook with anger. “If she truly carries the First blood, then multiple bonds are not illegal. They are her birthright. The old scrolls say the Primaria Omega was created to balance four primal lines. One heart, four wolves. That is the original law.” Another elder, an old man with a long beard stood up too. “And the scrolls also say the return of the Primaria will break the current council,”

"Will you let the Core die? Will you allow the Shifters to become nothing?" Elara looked at the pulsing red Heart. She felt the "Synthesis" within her-the bridge between the human and the wolf. She realized the Core didn't need to be controlled. It needed Healing. The Healing of the Heart Elara dropped her spear. She knelt before the obsidian Heart and placed her hands on the cold, vibrating stone. "Kael, give me the Origin," she instructed. Kael, still dealing with the effects of the electrical shock, crawled to her side. He placed his hands over hers. The last of Fenris's mist flowed through Kael, through Elara, and into the Core-Prime.

"I thought I had lost you, I thought I would never see you again." "I would never leave you again." "Do you promise?" "Yes," I say weakly. "Why?" "Because I am yours, because I belong to you, because I am your heartbeat." I understand. I finally understand what he has been trying to explain to me. He is my heartbeat; I have never truly lived until he found me. He makes my life make so much sense, he is ready to protect me, kill for me, and die for me because, without me, his life makes no sense.

“I stumble over my feet. I grew up in the swamps. I hate giving speeches. I don’t like leading.” Kylan smiled as he listened to my rant, his hand sliding to mine as he laced our fingers together. “And even with all of that,” he said gently, “you already meet the most important requirement.” I turned my head toward him, still frowning. “Which is?” All I hoped was that this wouldn’t turn into one of those ‘It’s in your blood. You’re the High Priestess’s granddaughter and rightful heir to rule the Common Lands’ moments. He leaned forward and kissed my knuckles. “You have a heart,” he said. “You care about people.”

It was a primal urge, a desperate hunger that mirrored her own. It was that same intensity that shattered the last of her resistance. The pretense, the carefully constructed walls she had built around her heart, crumbled under the onslaught of his passion. In that moment, there was only the sensation, the raw, primal need, the overwhelming desire to surrender to the moment, to lose herself in the intoxicating depth of their connection.

"Malachi, it feels like I’m breaking again." "You are," he said, his silver eyes dark with a hunger he could no longer hide. He stepped into the pool with me, the water swirling around his waist. "The Primal power is a balance of Earth and Sky. You have the Earth, Elara. You have the raw, wild growth. But you lack the Sky. You lack the anchor." "How... how do I get it?"