Novel & Cerita Pure Heart Deepwoken

"The mountain has a pulse. The wards are holding, but the Purifiers aren't going to stop. They’ve already repositioned their drills at the northern face." I stood up slowly, my legs shaking. I felt hollowed out, a shell of the man who had entered that cavern. My anger was gone, replaced by a cold, heavy weight that felt like iron in my veins. I looked at the shadow dwellers. They were the broken remnants of my pack, the ghosts of a history I was only beginning to understand. "They want the heart," I said, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. It was deeper, raspier, carrying a resonance I hadn't possessed an hour ago. "They think they can harvest her."

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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

His voice is deep and raw, yet so calming. “Because you don’t really know me, you only know that innocent girl that was wearing a wedding dress when you hit her with your car by accident,” I reply to him, and he sighs loudly. “No, I also know that you have a kind heart, that you are sweet, that you are insanely obsessed with chocolate, that you sleep mostly on your right side, that you smooth your eyebrows with your finger every time you’re nervous, and that you have a soul so pure and strong that no one can break even if they tried,” His words cause my mouth to drop in pleasant surprise.

It was a simple definition of sharing. Moreover, delight. A great deal of satisfaction. THE END

But even as I'm nervous as hell about the interview, I cannot stop my thoughts to sway and again I'm thinking about that dawn when I laid my eyes on a creature more beautiful than poetry ever describe. ~~~~~~~~ Rick POV Light shone brightly. It was warm, but still, blinding. It wasn't ordinary light, it has a purple hue around it. Like a pupil. Like a purple-hued pupil... Slowly, the light descended, and thick darkness was felt all around. But I only could see those eyes. Those eyes blamed me. Questioned me. Destroyed me. I saw the accusation like it was yesterday. My surrounding was outlined in front of me, bit by bit. Like I have pulled back to that time again. Where I lost everything.

It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on me right in the snow, the second my father dropped that ticking bomb. "Shod…" "You must go back there, my love, and continue your cleansing by proudly swallowing all manner of torture that comes your way?" He planted a kiss on my forehead and lingered there for a moment. "That is the way in Holy Bond pack. The way of the purebred werewolves." ****** Dein's POV

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

The High Mother’s eyes rolled back as something ancient spoke through her. “The seams move to close again.” “They gather the marrow of the lost.” “But we will unmake the binders.” She rose slowly, her body shaking, mouth bleeding. “All hail the Deep Seed,” she whispered. And her followers echoed her cry: “All hail the Deep Seed!” They began to chant the names of the drowned. Names no one had spoken in a thousand years. Names that should not be remembered.

"The corruption-wave you sent through the Reflector-Node... it didn't just travel outward. Something latched on to the return signal." Across the Rink, the other cradles hissed open. Zane, Kael, and the twins stumbled out, coughing and disoriented. But Julian remained horizontal, his silver skin turning a matte, static grey. His eyes were open, but they weren't reflecting the sapphire sky. They were displaying scrolling lines of white, ancient text. The Deep-Code Awakening "It’s not the Purists," Julian’s voice said, but the tone was wrong. It was resonant, multi-layered, and lacked his usual warmth. "They were merely the surface noise. You have disturbed the Foundational Layer."