Ripped Out Heart Novels & Stories

“What?” She nodded toward the body. “Earlier, that’s why he healed. That’s why he came back. With werewolves, if you don’t remove the heart, it’s never really over.” I stared at Ben’s chest, what was left of it, and didn’t argue. I knelt down and did it. No hesitation this time. My fingers moved like they already knew what to do. The heart came out slick and heavy, still warm. I tossed it away without looking where it landed.

Her eyes welled up with tears, but I didn’t care. “It’s too late,” she whispered. A hollow, terrible silence filled the room. I clenched my fists. “What do you mean, too late?” She wiped at her tears, her voice trembling. “During the transfer… the heart was accidentally contaminated.” The remains of my fragile heart finally shattered into a million pieces. She swallowed, voice thick with emotion. “The hospital hasn’t reported it yet, but… it can’t be used anymore.” My shoulders shook again as I cried, realizing that I had just gone back to square one again.

Axel didn’t waste a second. He leaped up, his sharp claws glinting under the natural light, and plunged them deeply into the rogue's chest. Into his flesh, into his heart chamber, With a savage animalistic pull, he ripped his heart out of his chest and the rogue's lifeless body hitting the ground with a dull thud. As he held up the raw, fresh bloody and beating heart in his hand upward,

I already had to transplant my heart into Prince Charles' chest before the hemorrhaging even worse! “Ugh.” The pain was incredible. Much more than pain when I almost lost my life during my first training with my late father. Ripping out the heart with one's own hands was beyond the limits of reason. If I wasn't a Luna descendant with supreme magic inherited from my mother, there's no way I could have done such a crazy thing. I managed to rip out his heart, and I grafted it into his chest cavity using magic threads. I watched in a body that was full of cold sweat, waiting to see if there was any rejection reaction from the heart graft that I had never given before. that I had never given befo

I was not playing at anything anymore. I drove my hand into his chest with a single powerful thrust, breaking through bone and tissue until my fingers closed around his still-beating heart. His eyes widened in shock and pain, his mouth opening in a silent scream. I held his gaze as I ripped his heart from his chest, the organ pulsing once, twice in my bloodied hand before going still. His body toppled backward, eyes still open but seeing nothing.

Aiden and I were rushed into the ER on the top floor at the same time. The two operation rooms were only separated by a pane of glass. I was on the left, and he was on the right. Quentin stopped my bleeding, cleaned the wound, and tried to reconnect the synchronization chip that had been violently ripped out of me. However, the chip interface was already damaged, and the primary frequency signal kept cutting in and out. My heart rate was like a torn thread. No matter what they did, it wouldn't return to its former steady rhythm. On the other side, the artificial heart in Aiden's chest set off alarms over and over. The doctors kept adjusting its parameters, but they still couldn't stabilize i

he answers. "Rip my heart out, Hiro." His voice was cold when he said it with finality, every word was sharp and piercing, and his eyes were challenging him to do it. Hiro looked around to find that nobody was batting an eye. As if it wasn't a rare occurrence for the psychopath in front of him to just ask anyone to rip his fucking heart out. And he had never killed a man nor a supernatural. Ripping one's heart out equates to death. No being had managed to live from it. At least none that he knows of.

Fear enveloped me as this was the last thing I expected to happen on the day I had tagged as the best day since I moved to New York. In panic, I rushed to her and tried to give her first aid, but all my efforts seemed fruitless. The fall was so hard that it gave her a bruise on her wrist, making her lose blood fast. In a panic, I called the emergency team, “Please come to number fourteen Crescent Street, my mum just passed out and is bleeding profusely,” and they responded in time and rushed her to the hospital. I was wearing a white tank top, high-waist jeans, and strappy heel sandals, as directed by the interviewers, and in shock, I was oblivious to the fact that my white top had been bloo

He sifted through my jacket with shaking hands. From the pocket, he pulled out a crumpled, bloodstained piece of paper. It was the medical report I had begged him to read before the surgery. The report he had torn to shreds in anger, which I had secretly taped back together. In the dim light, he read the words clearly: Results: Only one unilateral heart remaining. Suspected to have undergone heart extraction surgery in childhood... Recommendation: Second heart extraction is strictly forbidden. Risk of imminent death... Every word pierced his heart like a blade.

Chapter 81 BIANCA The scan completed, showing me exactly where the fragments were lodged. Three in his left hand, two in his right, one large piece near his heart that made my stomach clench with worry. "Sarah, I need to extract these," I said. "Standard curse removal protocol, but that piece near his heart is going to be delicate. I'll need monitoring equipment in case it affects his cardiac rhythm." "You've done this before?" Sarah asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.