Pure Heart Deepwoken Novels & Stories

She pulls the shield piece over and bends it back to the shape it should be and slides it to my body in a swift motion to once again clip it to the chain mail. "I don't need it anymore, and yes, I feel healed and......" I can't put into words how much my soul is soaring; my heart is swelling, and my sanity is returned. Healed and reborn as my love is returned to me fully. There's no other feeling like this and adrenaline overtakes me with a squealing happiness. It feels like the past week of heavy depression has gone and the sun is shining brighter than it has in days.

Harrison whispered, his voice carrying on the breeze towards the form. "Nay...the blood of man will run—the blood of the innocent and the pure. I will accept no less. Animals are the meek who will inherit your earth. I crave the heart of man, a soul that I will corrupt and deny rest..." The voice was harsh and didn't fade as the being gliding away, vanishing into the beckoning trees. "She who he heeds shall not know my name. She who he heeds will pay...all he loves will perish, for none shall slight me."

I reply as I continue walking. “My lady please calm down and take a few deep breaths for me.” Zeke says as he takes my hand. As badly as I want to pull away and keep going, something stops me and I place my hands in his and take a few deep breaths. When I open my eyes Zeke and I are surrounded in the same space we were the night of my awakening. “I know you can sense her, my lady so I need you to calm down and focus.” Zeke’s voice says softly.

Namir purred shyly, trying to cover his body with his hands. I lent him the cloak that Amaris gave me. "Use this in the meantime." "Thank you, princess Nemiah." He quickly took the cloak from my hand and put it on. "How about that?" He asked. "Much better." Druji answered. "So. We just discovered something about that mark on your hand. It can purify something like what it did to Druji, maybe that's the weapon you can use to defeat Dubheasa. You can instantly take away all her powers!" Queen Morrigan pondered with enthusiasm.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

It was like heaven had also become much, much closer. “Giovanni,” I cried, his name again aching my back, making him slide deeper into my throbbing pussycat. Giovanni’s hands moved under my body, clasping the cheeks of my bottom as he angled his thrusts. This time, he went so much deeper into me, and with every plunge of his length, it would rub against the sensitive nub of my flesh, making me gasp. I had thought that there would be no greater pleasure than what his thrusts were already giving me, but this—

Its ringing will destroy misunderstanding and stupidity, Specify the false and unnecessary, hindering and killing. Sinful to wake up Righteous be kindled. The true path is difficult, But beautiful and pure as dew. Urgor is a werewolf. Turn into an owl, or a bear, To get through the impassable. The only way: Turn around and pass all the obstacles Stand in your way. In the midst of darkness, light will flare up, But the light is different. And he only knows the true light, Who is pure in heart and soul. Sinful, you will burn in the false light.

The sky *shuddered. The creatures screeched in agony. And the wound began to *close.* One inch. Two. Three. Then A roar split the air. Not from the sky. *From the earth.* A fissure tore through the clearing. And from it rose a figure massive, horned, scaled in silver and black. Its eyes burned with twin eclipses. Mireya dropped to her knees. “No…” Talia gasped. “The Hollowed had a name for it. The Deepborn. The Root That Watches.”

Something stronger. The first twin purification felt like flying. We stood on either side of a Shadow Walker that had been terrorizing the northern territories, our hands linked through its corrupted form. Our fires met in the middle, mine pushing, hers pulling, creating a vortex that stripped away shadow like peeling burned skin. The wolf that emerged—a young man named David—collapsed between us, but we remained standing. Tired but not drained. Weakened but not dying. "It worked," Derek breathed, and I felt his relief through our bond like sunrise after the longest night.

“We seek the Hydro-Node to break the Sequence! The Black Mountain is waking, and the sky is falling! We offer the Gold to those who have lived in the Dark for too long!” ​The lead Deep-Wolf—a massive creature with a tail like a leviathan and scars that glowed like neon across its flank—approached the glass. He didn't speak; he didn't have vocal cords for the air. Instead, he pressed a webbed, silver-clawed palm to the viewport, inches from my own hand.