Novel & Cerita Rotten Heart

Crouching low he reached for her femur only for the bone to shatter within the clutch of his grasp and form a chalky paste as he rubbed the contents between his fingers. Along his periphery he saw movement– an infinitesimal shift of the heart which lay a few centimetres from the table. He watched it struggle to move across the floor like some wounded animal, the sight of it half-perplexing and comical enough to elicit a wheezing breath of laughter through the mortician’s nose. The sound died at the sight of a handful of maggots resurfacing and curving downwards as they languorously feasted on the thick muscle of her left ventricle.

She wanted to know if they had already found a way to trigger the extraction without a living Silverback. Marcus shook his head, his expression grim. He told her that according to the data they pulled from Archibald’s personal terminal, the Paris Heart was different from the others. The Oakhaven Heart had been sleeping, and the London Heart had been chained, but the Paris engine was drowning. It sat directly beneath the Catacombs, immersed in a subterranean reservoir of ancient, unfiltered spiritual waste that the Iron Rose had been dumping into the earth since the French Revolution. They didn't need Elias to start the engine; they were using the waste to suffocate it, forcing it to release

Veyron rose slowly from the broken stone while blood spilled from his mouth, but instead of anger, satisfaction spread across his face. “There it is,” he whispered. Black corruption erupted around him violently. The elder’s body transformed grotesquely as the Failed Heart responded to his emotions. Bones snapped unnaturally while dark energy consumed half his form entirely. Massive shadow tendrils burst from his back as silver corruption spread across the chamber walls. Kael cursed under his breath. “That’s definitely not normal.” The First Alpha growled deeply. “The Heart rejects false kings.” Then it attacked Veyron itself.

I hastily move closer with indistinct chatter roaming in my ears. My eyes grasps the sight of five dead bodies on the ground. Blood all over and massive wholes around the axis of their chest where the heart is. “It is clear the heart eater has done this” Kyle mutters by my side. My eyes pepperish and my fist clenched with my claws piercing my palms. “This has to stop now!“ I growl huskily…

Both of our eyes met his and his glee was crazed. “Yes! Did you know that the key to vampires ability of immortality actually lies within our hearts? The venom coats the inside of our hearts and it pumps through our entire body, coating everything in that venom. That’s what stops us from aging, stops us from dying. It all starts from the heart.” That same heart felt like it was sinking into the pit of my stomach. Hector’s grip on me tighter and I felt the slight shake in his grasp.

She buried her head in the pillow, desperate for sleep. Minutes later, a car horn blared outside once, then twice, then continuously. “What the hell?” Ryan muttered, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. Elara joined her at the window and froze. “F*ck,” she whispered. “Is that Lucien?” Ryan asked, eyes wide. “No,” Elara hissed. “That’s his stupid driver — my stupid driver.” “He’s aware it’s almost three in the morning, right?” Ryan said, still peeking through the curtain.

" I asked, and they shook their heads. " Nothing useful. Same old story. He gets into his victims and makes them accept him, then control their bodies and mind. Because of his nature, he ends up corrupting and killing the body of his victim. They usually rot away, the maximum time frame is six years and to get that far the person must perform certain rituals by stealing peoples freshness and eating rotten food. For unsuspecting individuals, their body rots and decays within a month." She explained. " His rot is also a disease that spreads, by touch and association. By spreading the rot, he can steal people's freshness without his host having direct contact with them."

I stomp on the hearts of men who lay a hand on my woman! His boot comes down heart on the floor. I look away as spurts of blood rocket out of the veins and openings in the muscular organ. "Idan ka sosai kamar yadda ya zo kusa da ita, zan sa sharar gida a gare ka! Zan kone ka innards kuma ka ciyar da dabbobin ka, mount kanka a kan wani gidan kamar boar ta, da kuma jefa ka fita zuwa cikin laka ga acid da ruwa a wanke kan ka Rotting jiki." (If you so much as come near her, I will cut his heart and poked his eyes first , then I will burn your innards and feed them to your animals, I will cut your head and let it eaten by crows and eagles. You rotting flesh.)

I died on my 18th birthday. The woman who sliced open my chest with a scalpel was my mother, Erika Buckley, one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the country. The man who pushed the anesthetic to keep me from struggling was my father, Marcus Buckley, a renowned chief anesthesiologist. They calmly removed my warm heart and transplanted it into my brother, Caleb Buckley, whose chest was already cut wide open. I had always been his blood bank and his spare organ bank. Little did they know, my soul was floating above them, watching as my heart began to rot inside Caleb's chest.

Within the Chamber of Origins, the corruption continued breaking apart. The massive creature had lost its shape entirely. The countless eyes were gone. The stolen faces had vanished. Only fragments remained. Small pieces of darkness drifting through the starlit air. The Heart watched silently. Not with hatred. Not with triumph. With compassion. The child looked almost sad. Lyra noticed. "You pity it." The Heart glanced toward her. Then nodded. "Yes." The answer surprised everyone. Even the fading corruption seemed confused. The Heart stepped forward. Silver light surrounded the child.