Ripped Out Heart Novels & Stories

Every threat, fear, emotional moment, had tears streaming down my cheeks as I twisted my hand within his chest. I ripped his heart out with one swift pull. Blood squirted from the open hole in his chest and his head fell slowly to the side. Abe’s eyes remained wide open. I threw his heart across the room, stumbling backwards and backing away from his mangled body.

“Reach into his chest and bring out Roosevelt’s heart.” King Johnson didn’t hesitate. Levi and I gripped the sword embedded in Roosevelt’s body and pulled it free in one smooth, brutal motion. Dark blood gushed out in thick, pulsing waves, soaking the enchanted ground beneath us. The metallic scent filled the air, heavy and final. King Johnson plunged his hand into the wound without flinching. His fingers disappeared into Roosevelt’s chest with a sickening, wet sound. After a moment of searching through muscle and bone, he pulled out the heart — a large, dark red organ still beating with unnatural, stubborn life. Black veins pulsed across its surface like living shadows.

A twisted, ongoing blackmail. “There is no price,” I choked out, fumbling for the door handle. “I’m not... I wouldn’t...” “Wouldn’t you?” he challenged, his voice soft and deadly. “You’ve done it before.” I couldn’t breathe. I shoved the door open and practically fell out of the car, my body aching, my heart feeling like it was shattering into a million pieces. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I saw his face, that cold, handsome mask, I would have shattered right there on the pavement.

My fists coiled tighter, shooting out to clutch at my chest. I think that, but why does my heart feel like its being ripped apart into pieces?

“Just end it.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Without hesitation, I drive the second piece of the staff into his chest, using both fractured shafts to leverage his torso open. I expose his heart and tear it completely out of his chest, gripping it tight. Lotus’s eyes instantly go lifeless, his flesh turning a stark, chalky white, but his detached heart still beats violently against my palm. I stand up slowly, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on me. I hurl the heart to the floor and crush it beneath my heel.

Her eyes were wider than ever as pain tore through every nerve in her body. When he finally found her heart, he held it in his hand. T-Murek was puzzled when he didn’t feel any heartbeat. He looked up at her face and was utterly disappointed to see that her eyes were closed. T-Murek gave her a gentle slap on the chin. She felt lifeless and cold. She was already dead, and it devastated him. He forcefully dragged her heart out and left it to hang from her chest.

The icy touch did not come, it was Russell's arm resting on Zoey's back. The two of them were very fond of this kiss. Russell nuzzled her neck with his nose, "Is it not possible now?" "Well, it will be three months later." Russell's Adam's apple bobbed, "Zoey, I really wanted to stay and be with you." "I knew." After a moment of hesitation, he spoke softly, "How can I remove the chip from your heart?" "Open chest surgery recorded the code. Or cut off that section of the blood vessel and reattach it."

Flipping his body over I look at the handles barely poking out of his skin before I straddle him and benign the knife up to the sternum and laughing the knife in before dragging it all the way down. Reaching inside I grab his heart feeling it beat in my hand “you broke my heart Alexander now you’ll eat yours” I smiled down at him before squeezing it and pulling up a little “so disappointing” I mutter again before ripping it out of his chest. Grabbing his jaw I pry his mouth open, stuffing his heart into it before grabbing the knife and slightly slitting the edges of his mouth to stuff it in farther. Letting go I reach down into his gut and pull at his intestines, ripping them out of his stom

Ripping his throat from his body and dropping it on the ground beside me. I take a few more steps forward and another castle guard lunges at me and his claws rip across my shirt. Jumping back just in time I can almost feel his claws graze across my skin. This time I plunge my hand into the castle guard's chest and rip out his heart. I growl loudly as the guard hits the ground in front of me and his heart continues to beat in my hand.

"They call it a 'Severance.' It’s a delicate procedure. They go in, they find the metaphysical anchor where the pack-bond grafts onto the cardiac muscle, and they snip it. Clean. Irreversible." Lucian staggered back. His boots scuffed loudly on the stone. He shook his head, his hands flying to his own chest, clawing at the fabric over his heart. "No. No, that’s impossible. A fated bond... it’s soul-deep. You can’t just cut it out with a knife!"