Ripped Out Heart Novels & Stories

But I remained resolute, my grip tightening around the remnants of his once-mighty reign. Without a second thought, I plunged my hand into his chest, feeling the resistance of bone and sinew as I reached for his heart. With a single, powerful pull, I ripped it from his chest, crimson blood cascading over my hand and staining the floor beneath us. King Edward’s cries for mercy were abruptly silenced, his body slumping to the ground, lifeless and devoid of power.

The sharp stone tore through my skin, and I passed out from the pain. Ryan carried me to the rescue team. My chest wound was stitched up, and I stayed in the hospital for a full month before going home. After that, my heart often ached with a dull pain. Not wanting Ryan to worry, I went to Doctor Harvey on my own. He found that a shard of the stone had broken off and was lodged in my chest after a thorough examination. It had pierced my heart. Now, my heart had wrapped around the shard completely. The surgery to remove it was incredibly risky, with extremely low chances of survival.

Arthur inquired, a teasing grin on his face. "You jerk!" I yelled as I reached for his shirt, but I quickly stopped myself. "I don't need the key to your heart because it's useless to me. It's either I rip off your chest, carry your heart, and crush it into pieces with my foot... or I just carry my heart and destroy it so you can never have it." I added. "Can you do that? Can you rip off my heart, and can you rip off your own heart?" He asked while arching his brows.

Ariana I couldn’t get the dream out of my mind. For some reason, it made me feel uneasy. To make matters worse, it had become an everyday thing. Each time I closed my eyes, I would see a hand stick out of a man’s chest and his heart being ripped out mercilessly leaving a gaping hole. I didn’t know who the man was and I didn’t want to make guesses. Lewis was quiet for a few seconds after I told him about it. He had asked if I could recognize the man but I couldn’t. The image was blurry, only fixated on the action of the heart getting ripped out. It was gruesome.

If only nature hadn’t done that injustice then maybe the world would be different now. A painful scream pulled me back into reality. I stretched my head from behind him in an attempt to see what was happening. He was hoisting a grey wolf up in the air. He plunged his hand into the other’s chest, grasped its heart in his claws, and ripped it out. Then he dropped the heart, which was still beating, at my feet as if it was an offering.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. God, please make it stop. Please end this. I can’t take it anymore. I wanted to reach into my chest and rip my heart out. Maybe then it would stop hurting.

[SYSTEM CRITICAL UPDATE] [Artifact Acquired: The Progenitor Heart] [Status: REJECTED] [Counter-Measure Activated: BLOODLINE SEAL] [Warning: User has forcibly bonded with the artifact. Life Expectancy: Drastically Reduced. Pain Level: Permanent.] Jack didn't care about the text. He swung his body, using the momentum of his agony. With a sound like a tearing metal sheet, Jack ripped the Progenitor Heart out of its socket. BOOM. The connection severed.

Isabella turned around to retch, and everyone else looked on with disgust or horrification. Noah had ripped out her heart right from her chest, literally. He broke through skin and an entire ribcage. He scowled at the fact that it was black. "Hmm, you need to give it", he said and ripped out her right hand. The woman opened her mouth as she fell back, a hole visible in her chest. Noah kicked her body away and stalked back to where Myla was, a hand in his own right hand and a heart in his left.

Slipping off my heels, I start unbuttoning his shirt while he unbuckles his jeans and noticing the blood still staining his chest. I ran a hand over the spot where Xamnir ripped his heart out; there was still a scar, and it would probably stay there for the rest of his life. This scar proves that he almost died, that he was almost ripped away from me forever just when he claimed me as his. I feel tears running down my cheek and lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart beating fast. “Are you okay? Your heart is beating like crazy,” I say, peering up at him with a frown. He gives me a sheepish smile and wraps his arms around me.

Rosie's pictures filled the screen, making her heart race with anxiety. She scrolled through the photos, her eyes scanning frantically for any sign of herself or their daughter, but there were none. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks; Archie had purged their photos from his phone. "Has Archie deleted all our pictures?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. She scrolled to the last photo, and her heart shattered into pieces. It was another picture of Rosie. "Oh, no!" She screamed, slamming the phone to the floor in a fit of rage and despair.