Primal Heart Novels & Stories

Now it was reaching for the oldest language our bodies knew. Every nerve in me lit at once. Instinct crashed through the bond in hot, feral waves—territory, mate, moon, bite, chase, guard, stay. It would have been easy, for one terrible second, to let that flood become law. To drop into the wolf without witness. To tell myself that the most primal thing in me must also be the truest. But the black heart wanted exactly that. It wanted all the old violence hidden inside instinct to wake up first and ask questions later.

He kissed my knuckles, still smiling. Across the garden, Priya had resumed her seat with a fresh glass from Marcus. She caught my eye and raised it toward me. I raised mine in return. Fifty years earlier, she'd watched me walk into a decision she feared would break my heart. She hadn't known how the story would end, and neither had I. But she'd stayed close enough to see it unfold. Before Damien became my husband, before our children and grandchildren, before the foundation and everything our family had built, Priya had been there. She'd known me when all I had was a cramped apartment, a frightened heart, and a future I couldn't see. And she had loved me then, too.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Meghan, gripped by fear, moved frantically to unbuckle the prosthetic and pull it away. Taylor's amputated leg became severely burned and infected, making the entire hospital room smell unbearably foul. He was in such agony that he threw himself out of a window, and this time, he was left in a coma. Meghan finally got what was coming to her. She immediately snapped and lost her grip on reality. She launched a live stream to blast Danielle for her heartlessness and launched a smear campaign against Olivia Technology's products. She, surprisingly, raked in some cash in the first few hours of her live stream by exploiting her own misery for sympathy.

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[Image: A biological diagram of the human heart, showing the interplay between kinetic energy and blood flow] In the shadow of the "True Humans," our intimacy was a private, wild rebellion. We made love on the floor by the fire, our heartbeats a defiant, irregular rhythm against the mechanical thrum of the human engines. Every thrust was a declaration that our "Anomaly" was the most natural thing in the world. As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance flared with a soft, steady brilliance, filling the room with a heat that no steam-engine could replicate.

She had become obsessed with him. And that posed a tremendous danger to her fragile heart. She had once read one definition of love that described it as giving someone the power to hurt you, while trusting that they wouldn't use it. Now she knew how true that was. She had given him immense power over her—power she knew could be turned against her. Yet the tiny muscle on the left side of her chest knew he would never betray her. He would never hurt her. He had already proven it. He was always there to protect her.

The day my aunt suffered heart failure, my father had my mother strapped to an operating table and forcibly took her heart, giving it to my aunt and buying her another ten years of life. That day, I left home and devoted myself to my studies. I eventually entered the medical research institute with the highest score in the entire country. Ten years later, I developed an artificial heart and became a highly sought-after medical expert. Countless people came to me, desperate for a chance to receive one of my artificial hearts. One day, my assistant handed me the latest application list. At the very top of the list was my aunt's name. I picked up my pen and crossed it out. "Denied. And put

Bianca yells. “Bianca, calm down! She isn't robotic at all” Roberto said. “I transplanted an artificial heart because…” Roberto got interrupted “You turned my mum to your laboratory rat?” Bianca screams, jumping to a conclusion. “Bianca, you need to calm down.” Roberto cooed. “I got married to you to make my mum back to herself. I expected you to transplant a human heart not turn her into an experimental toy.” Bianca explained with rage in her eyes.

Noah, seems you are being desperate to prove that Eva isn’t happy without you. My inner-self butted in. "All good things, I hope? Well, I have to really praise your wife though, correct me if I'm wrong, you both have the same surname?" I asked in confirmation, getting a positive head nod from Sebastian, before continuing, "She is by far the most business focused woman I have ever met."