Pure Heart Deepwoken Novels & Stories

“From a scout who decided to retire early.” “Early,” Mara repeats dryly. Hazel shrugs. “I encouraged his portfolio to diversify. He’s diversifying under a snowdrift.” “What did he say before he went into finance?” I ask. “That Redmaw’s got a new Alpha, Draven Holt, who says we killed a god in the dirt and he’s here to make a church out of our bones. Same old sermon, new pulpit. He wants Eli back.” Hazel’s mouth quirks. “Says he’ll ‘purify’ him.”

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

She’s laughing. "You think you won, Arthur?" Elena’s voice echoes through the void. "The twins are already triggered! The 'Final Purge' isn't a Council order... it’s a biological one! The children are the bomb!" Zora looks down at her stomach. The "Double Pulse" has stopped. Instead, there is a Third Heartbeat. A heartbeat that isn't gold or obsidian. It’s Pure White. The twins haven't just merged; they have Birthed a Third Entity within her. A "Void-God" that is currently consuming her life force at a rate that will kill her in minutes.

The Devourer roared in pure, unadulterated frustration as the human tide pushed back. And deep within the burning, fractured center of the Source—something else answered the call. It was a pulse. A deep, resonant, planet-shaking heartbeat that was infinitely stronger than anything they had felt before. It was the heart of reality itself finally awakening from its eons of sleep. The Creator's eyes widened to dinner plates as they looked down at the core. "No way..." The Keeper turned to them, their voice cracking. "What is it? What's waking up?"

A very drunk guy walked inside the room, coming towards me, he was enticed by my body taking off his clothes, and coming towards me. I tried to butt his shoulder, then I sighted an ugly birthmark on his body, which irritated me. I couldn't control myself anymore due to the fact I was drugged; all I knew was that I was knocked out. He then forced himself upon me, assaulting me in ways too horrific to recount. My pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he violated me with cruel abandon, leaving me broken and defenseless. In my vulnerable state, I could do little to resist as he took advantage of my plight, adding to the nightmare that had become my reality.

I had no idea where it had come from or what the fuck it was, but it felt too much like an internal lock snapping open. My vision exploded into color, then into nothing as I hit the ground. My fingers dug into the dirt without my permission. “No.” I muttered to myself in pain. “Not again. No, no, no…” “Rowan,” I hissed. “Stop. Stop this.” “Can’t,” he said cheerfully. “This is an activation cycle. You triggered the bloom with that delectable hatred earlier, but now? Now, we begin.” My whole chest seized as I felt another presence within me. This time it was big, coiling and hungry, as if something inside my blood was waiting for commands.

JASMINE “Not again!...” I groan, rolling to the end of the bed to turn off the alarm clock. it's another working week and I need to head to the office. I'm still feeling sleepy but what can I do?. sitting up fully I rub my eyes a little, stretched my body then accepted my fate before climbing down from the bed to go on my knees. “Dear Lord, thank you for the gift of life, thank you for your mercies upon my life that's leading me on, I know I'm not perfect but I'm perfect in you. this is another working week and I need your help at Javis-k...Amen!”

The sensation continued its inexorable ascent, a tide of living light spreading through my shoulders, my chest, down my spine, until every inch of my imagined self was bathed in its gentle, luminous embrace. Instinct, primal and undeniable, began to uncoil within me, ancient and vast. Cassius's voice faded into an irrelevant hum, a distant shore. My core, now fully connected, began to pulse in a slow, powerful rhythm, a heartbeat that resonated deep within my soul, shaking me to my very foundations. I could feel its essence, ancient and potent, pouring into me, filling voids I hadn't known existed, healing fractures I’d carried for a lifetime. It was a torrent, a deluge of pure being, and ye

Sarah who had stood from her seat stepped forward so she was standing chest to chest with Asher now. "Listen to me carefully." She purred placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're precious woman is in much deeper than you could even begin to imagine." Impossible. Everything coming out of this woman's mouth was just her own delusion, it had to be. The thought kept Asher grounded as he tried to process everything. "You're just trying to screw with my head." He insisted trying to keep his voice confident, but try as he might the doubt he was feeling bled through.