Rescuing Hearts Novels & Stories

CONVICTION It is scary! It is risky! But is it worth it? I know am capable Will I survive? My mind is made up But there’s still doubt I will get the truth I will survive! There’s something there And i will find it! That’s my conviction! STESSY B. (Stessy Enni) EMA

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

They had to be cautious and swift in their rescue mission. The team moved with utmost precision and efficiency. They skillfully overpowered the guards stationed near the cell, with just heavy kicks and punches, ensuring no alarms non noises were raised. With careful steps, they approached Rogan. He couldn't believe his eyes, the rescue he had yearned and prayed for was finally becoming a reality.

"What the hell? What are you doing, hey!" It's so sweet that makes him lose his mind for a while. “Are you in heat?” He asked but the girl didn’t respond as if she can’t hear him. “Shit! This is dangerous for me.” He knows he needs to get out of the room quickly but there’s something he can’t name that keeps pulling him towards the girl, as if it’s calling for him and begging. He needs to get away from here because if he didn't, he knows that he will do something that he will regret after. He covered his nose while trying to cover the girl with a blanket he picked up somewhere.

Avery asked softly, a daring spark igniting in her eyes. She reached out, her paint-stained fingers sliding gently up the silk of Vivian’s camisole until her palm rested flat over Vivian's tense, uncalculated heartbeat. Vivian went rigid, a sharp, ragged gasp escaping her lips. The touch sent a jolt straight through her remaining defenses. "No," Vivian murmured, her gaze falling to Avery's lips before snapping back to her eyes with a sudden, possessive hunger that shattered the corporate facade. She reached up, her cool, manicured hand wrapping firmly around Avery's wrist, anchoring her palm against her beating heart.

“It’s trying to tell me something.” She closed her eyes, focusing on the warmth in her hands. The Heart’s energy surged, flooding her mind with images—a blazing sun, a dark void, and a figure bound in chains. “We have to free it,” Sasha whispered, her eyes snapping open. “Free what?” Ethan asked, struggling to keep up with her. “The Heart isn’t just a weapon—it’s alive. It’s been trapped, and it needs us to release it,” Sasha said, her voice filled with conviction.

Holly pantsed, “I could’ve helped Seraphina.” “It’s not too late,” Ivan said fiercely. “We will save her.” Their small paws were torn and bloodied, and it broke my heart to watch them suffer. “Stop,” I begged. “You don’t have to save me. This place is too dangerous—go home, please…” But no matter how desperately I pleaded, they kept moving forward. Thankfully, before they got far, they ran into the rescue squad. “The glacier isn’t a playground,” Xander barked. “Go home. Now.”

Gia Paparazzi pointed cameras in our faces, snapping pictures like maniacs. The light blinded me, making it hard to see a single fucking thing. White dots danced in my vision, and all I could hear was chaos happening all around us. Since getting kidnapped by rogue wolves and a wayward werebear, my cage-fighting hero, Kian Jones, a biker bear from the Roughnecks Motorcycle Club, had rescued me, carried me to his den on his steel horse, married me, bit me on the ass, and rocked my world between the sheets. My hubby’s fame drew attention wherever we went. Five minutes ago, we were at the courthouse signing our mating license, and now reporters were shoving cameras and microphones in our faces.

"There has to be another way. The fated mates... the bond... it has to mean more than this!" "The bond is why it has to be you," the white-haired woman said, her gray eyes reflecting the fire below. "Only the resonance of the Heart can trigger the purge. Anyone else is just a murderer. You are the only one who can make it a sacrifice." The scavenger ship’s cables began to retract, hauling our section of the ridge upward, closer to the ship’s belly and away from the silver hive. They weren't trying to save us; they were reeling in their prize. The scavengers wanted the King. They wanted the virus.

The First Heart knows Aiden will never willingly surrender. So she'll use the one person he cannot resist. Lyra's heart sank. What will she do? The Mother whispered, She'll make him choose between saving you and saving himself. Suddenly Aiden's body went limp. Lyra caught him. Aiden! His eyes opened. One gold. One black. Mother... I'm here. His lips trembled. She's hurting you. Lyra looked at him. Who? The First Heart. Aiden began crying. She says if I don't surrender...