Pure Heart Deepwoken Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Alpha Lachlan has lowered his weapon and relaxed the muscles on his body as Beta Mellow tried to force the newborn to come out of its pretense. Blood. The smell of a fresh blood is irresistible on the newborns’ noses. It will awaken their instinct and compells them to shred its skin out of its pretense. Beta Mellow has proven that Alpha Lachlan did not make a mistake in choosing him as his second in command.

"The 'Original Error'! The 'Sovereign of the Leak'! You were supposed to be 'Archived' in the Solaris Corona!" "I am the 'Archive' that refused to stay closed," Seraphina said, her liquid-sapphire eyes locking onto the geometric deity. She reached out and grabbed the "Moderator-Hand" with her bare fingers. "You think you can 'Format' the North? You think you can 'Index' the love of a mother and the remorse of a father?" She squeezed. The silver-white glass of the Moderator-Hand shattered into a million "Grey Fragments." The Deep Web began to "Unweave." The white-glass sky turned into a solid, glowing "Violet Horizon." The mercury-sea evaporated into a mist of "Biological Scents"—the smell of

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."

The scar on my arm, once angry red, now shimmered faintly, a silvery mark of triumph. "You did it, Liv," Ronan whispered, his voice thick with emotion, holding me close. "You purified it." I looked up at the Heartstone. It was magnificent, its light now a swirling vortex of all elemental colors, pure and vibrant, pulsating with benevolent power. The corrupted black veins were gone, disintegrated into dust. The air around it felt cleansed, pure, no longer heavy with malevolence. The tragic fate of the frozen wolves was a stark reminder of the cost, their dust a silent testament to the evil we had just struck a blow against.

of the Feral King—a pulsing, dark diamond that bled shadows into the floor. ​"The White Luna and her lapdog," the King of the Deep spoke. The sound did not travel through the air. It vibrated directly into their skulls, a grinding of tectonic plates. "You have traveled a long way to die in the dark. You purified my reef. You stole my vessels. But you cannot purify the weight of the world."