Rescuing Hearts Novels & Stories

Something or someone had intervened and surprised him. My heart raced, and I was confused. Who had done this? What had saved us from Swiftclaw's anger? I turned to see who had helped us. To my surprise and relief, it was my team – Sage, Dave, and the others. They had fought their way through Swiftclaw's group of people outside to rescue Scarlett and me from this dangerous situation. I had tears of joy in my eyes as I saw my friends, determined and strong. They had risked everything to help us, and in that moment, they were like a light in the darkness.

Then my slate shrieked with an emergency tone. "Hello? Mars? Your mother just collapsed. Her heart-rhythm is failing!" The healer’s voice was grim. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I saved my work with trembling hands and sprinted for the exit, barely pausing to scent-tag Jessa to cover my shift. By the time I reached the Healing Sanctum, the VIP ward was a blur of white robes and arcane monitors. My breath hitched as I saw the heart-rate stone—it was pulsing, low but stable.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

"Just a day. Why would you want to know, if I may ask, Miss?" He cocked his head at me. "Is there a cure for it?" I asked him, ignoring his question. "The victims can be saved if treated early enough. But once the poison reached the victim's heart, the creature can not be saved from death." "You have to leave now Lila! We don't have much time left." Amber urged me and I left immediately. "Miss! The Zeta doesn't agree with you leaving the room. Miss!" Cyrus yelled after me but I ignored him, dashing out of the room.

I could not get caught up in all the craziness that kept coming from right, left, and center fields. “Apparently Ezra and his mate are wildcards that will help us in all of this and to entrust them with this because he’s bonded as will she be. We’re supposed to handle the rescue mission tomorrow evening. Anytime we’re in public after we save her, he’s supposed to go with us because he’s gifted, even though he doesn’t know about it yet, and will help deter Ezekiel’s Witches.” I screwed the lid on my water and tossed it to the floor. I felt like everything was finally hitting my ceiling for craziness.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

If she hadn’t reached rigamortus yet, then maybe I got here in time to save them. They could still be healed. I just needed to get a heartbeat, and my gift could take care of the rest. “Wake up!” I sobbed as I went back to the chest compressions. “Wake up! You can’t leave me! You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to leave me again.” After a few minutes, I collapsed over her, sobbing. Pleading with the Gods to spare them… or return them to me. “You took them,” I whispered to the darkness as I lifted my head, hoping Death was here and could hear me and my anger. “You took them from me!”

Mira sat on the edge of the bed, her hands shaking, and allowed herself one moment of fear. Then she got back to work. --- The rescue came at midnight. Mira heard it before she saw it—the distant thrum of helicopter blades, growing louder, closer. Then the lights, sweeping across the windows, bright enough to blind. Then the shouting, the gunfire, the chaos of a well-executed breach. She pressed herself against the wall beside the door, her heart pounding. The deadbolt exploded inward, splinters of wood flying across the room. A figure filled the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with lethal purpose.

Months bled into one another, and the world finally started to feel like it could breathe again. The rescues never stopped, but they stopped being raids in the dark. Now they were missions with names, with teams, with hope. Cedric stood at the center of it all, voice steady as he coordinated the deprogramming, the therapy, the new safe houses that were rising like islands in a sea of broken kids.

I whisper, and he shakes his head. Heather creeps further into the room and tilts her head, “For what, Aspen?” She whispers and all eyes turn towards me. I swallow roughly and look at each of their faces before I close my eyes and get ready for the chaos that’s about to ensue. “Rescuing Amy and Liam.” Silence.