Red And Black Hearts Novels & Stories

I look at the box and smile. “These were just delivered for you.” Anna tells me placing the box on my desk. “I swear you two are so adorable. He is literally next door and still sends flowers!” She grins like a schoolgirl on Valentine’s Day. I give her a smile. “Thanks Anna, that will be all.” She nods and closes the door. I untie the fancy red ribbon and open the box to see a dozen black roses. My smile instantly drops. I know black roses are not a symbol of love. I pick one up and it nicks me. The roses are full of thorns. I hiss from the sting and suck on my finger. I search for a card. Once I find it, I throw the flowers in the trash. Then I stand there and open the card.

Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs! Averting my gaze from the emotional torture brought about by that scenery, I ricochet my distress around the corners of this black-painted hall. Black-representing the dark sins taking place here. The evil roaming in this whole place. No other colour would have fitted these walls better. The red lanterns on the walls are doing enough justice in illuminating the black-painted hall. Good combination - red and black. Evil and danger. Cold and deep.

On the inside of the box, there was a small '9' written on it. I already had the chest in my hands. "We don't know the order, though." Megera mumbled. I scanned the cards. The inside of the box had a 9, the two diamond with the number 6, the four hearts with the number 3, the 9 spades with the number 0.

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

Matthew was interested. “I’m sure you can sense it too. That guy has two auras circulating in his body. One of them is something I am familiar with. It’s what’s called black heart. It’s not an actual heart that pumps blood, rather it’s a spiritual heart. Such a thing can be conjured with complex black magic. But what he has is not something like that.” “Meaning?” “Black magic is already very complex compared to normal magic. To pull off a complex one requires decades of studying and a crap ton of mana. His black heart is artificial.”

But they hit hard. He turned his face slightly, drawing in a slow breath, trying to ease the tightness building in his throat. If only he had known. He met her a month ago—at the bar where she worked. Quiet. Reserved. Always polite. They had exchanged small conversations here and there. She mentioned studying medicine… wanting to become a doctor, just like her parents wished. And somehow, without fully thinking it through, he had given her his black card. She had refused. Of course she had. But he left it anyway—on the counter, forcing the choice into her hands.

Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly is it?" I gave Logan a subtle gesture. He hit the remote again, and the black-and-white screen burst into a riot of color. The audience watched in awe as they saw images of Ashenford's buildings, its river, and the bustling streets—all projected in vivid color. But what about the round ball? With a smile, my other team member, William, raised his pointer stick and tapped the center of the city on the screen. Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city.

And besides, why would she need two random vampires on her side anyway? “If you think I am lying, which I know you do, check the black and white symbol representing Yin and Yang, the Tai Chi symbol. The two sides each have a small circle of the contrasting color. The two small circles represent our hearts, the black side, me having a white heart, and the white side, Yang, having a black heart.” “We believe you,” Derick said immediately.

He looked at Scarlet Heart and pointed at her. “I will book her. I want to fuck Scarlet Heart right now! Take my black card!” He announced.

I had already accepted that I might die, but no one could face death without fear. Outside, a group of zombies quickly approached him. "Your Majesty, are you truly going to marry that delicious human inside?" "She's nothing more than a tool. We're not human—why should I keep a promise to her? With Victor Lorant a teammate down, he's no match for me. Ready the troops. In three days, we'll crush the human camp." He gave the order and strode away to prepare.