Primal Heart 소설 & 이야기

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

But we could also be your completion. The choice hung in the void like a blade made of truth. --- The Heart’s Cry The newborn Heart awoke fully for the first time. Its light burst outward, illuminating the shadow—but instead of driving it away, it revealed it. Within the vast darkness were shapes, forms—souls made of broken songs and silenced prayers. They weren’t evil. They were simply unfinished. The Heart’s light pulsed weakly, flickering in distress. Lunara rushed forward and pressed both hands against its radiant surface. “Shh… It’s all right. You’re not alone.”

Only to end up on the floor with Primo on top throwing his furious showering punch on his face as if the bullet didn’t reach him. “DIE! YOU FUCKER!!” Heart beating out of fury, it felt as though it could burst in Primo’s chest at any moment. His punches beat along with his heart, gliding his wrath toward his swollen and bleeding face. “YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHTS TO LAY YOUR FUCKING FILTHY HANDS ON HER!” “YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FILTH! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!” Primo had to catch his breath out of the intense state his internal life went through. Then, he grabbed him by the collar with his powerless body and bruised up face.

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.

When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand. Me? I smile, too. Because I was born with alexithymia, meaning I’m a heartless sociopath that doesn’t feel any emotions. Nice to meet you, Mr. Devil. I grin at him, licking my canine. How are you going to manipulate my heart, when I don’t have one? ------ Chapter 001 The Soul Trial [Thanks for joining the Soul Trial, hero D25M12! Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you!]

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

Her voice carried the weight of someone completing the most important part of the account. “It is primal. Amoral. Hungry because hunger is the oldest and most complete thing about it. It does not hate. It does not plan. It simply exists.”

Friend and enemy alike were compelled to submit to something primal that radiated from me in waves I could feel rippling outward across the blood-soaked ground where moments ago they had been trying to kill each other. The pressure in my chest built until I thought I would explode from it. Then understanding crashed over me like a wave I could not escape or fight against no matter how desperately I wanted to reject what my blood was telling me about my true nature. I was the Prima. The original lycan from which all others descended through bloodlines that had been diluted over centuries until most believed the pure strain was extinct and lost forever to time and genetic drift that weakened s

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”