Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

I thought it was just false stories meant to stir the people's fright, especially the children who roam the danger of the night. "The practitioners at the Tower had identified this as a virus after a careful extraction. It is called Rot. Deadly, on that note as it attacks mainly our brain, spreading through every part of our body until all was left to rot and decay. The terrifying aspect of this disease is that it drives the infected person to absolute insanity." He had told me. "This is what now cursing through your veins,"

There was a pause on the other end before Andrew finally responded, "But, Mr. Hood, the Levine Group has just announced a partnership with the Walker Group. Also, Mrs. Hood's father has passed away." The news struck everyone like a thunderbolt. As the reality sunk in, a wave of agony overwhelmed me, as cold and relentless as a winter storm, consuming my spirit. Overcome by grief and pain, my legs gave way. Everything faded to black.

I am very sure the damage a year of dragging smoke into my lungs caused should have fixed itself in the nine years gap. "Anyway, your test result shows that you have Advanced Heart Failure." He drops the bomb with a cool, calm tone. "What?!" Romeo utters in panic, and he makes it so obvious in the haunted look in his eyes, "What the fuck does that even mean?" "She has cardiomyopathy," he looks down at the test result briefly before handing it to Romeo, "Her heart has become rigid, and it's no longer pumping enough blood to sustain the body's needs. In other words, any moment from now on, her heart can stop.give up.”

He kept calling out to me but it was too late. On the table sat a box that had been unwrapped and was open. The glitter gift wrapper lay in tatters along with a pink ribbon. The box was red, not because that was the original color but because it was matted with blood. The putrid stench of the liquid was unbearable. The sight before me was going to give me nightmares. Inside lay a heart. A human heart. I closed the box and stared at the gruesome gift. Whose heart was it? I had scary thoughts plague my mind. What if the heart belonged to...

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

A single drop could paralyze a Grandmaster-level Spiritual Beast in three seconds, turning muscle to stone and blood to jelly. At the same time, as the needles cut silently through the air, he crushed a rice-sized crystal hidden between his fingers. A completely colorless and odorless mist instantly spread, dissolving into the air around Brahma. It was the Miasma of the Rotting Heart, an alchemical poison that worked more slowly, corrupting the soul from within, causing unspeakable hallucinations and mental anguish before finally claiming its victim's life. A dual attack from an assassin. One fast and lethal, the other slow and torturous. His last ace.

*If only you could understand the terror Roosevelt truly is… the destruction he’s caused. Queen Selene began chanting ancient spells over the heart. Dark energy swirled around it until the organ slowly turned to ice, freezing solid in a beautiful yet terrifying crystalline form. She then instructed King Johnson, “Drip your blood onto it and repeat after me: *Rotlsve, drh crí tsm èn yst öt béä gin.*” King Johnson’s voice was steady as he repeated the incantation, his blood dripping onto the frozen heart. The drops moved as if alive, wrapping around the ice like liquid armor, forming a glowing shield that sealed the heart in layers of protective magic.

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

In the middle of his beating heart was a tiny seed that bloomed with thick darkness and smoke swelling around it and like a web the darkness spread out around the veins in his heart. The sight was horrifying as darkness moved slowly like a living infection while the small seed continued growing as Its roots extended outward. Black veins crawled through his heart, spreading as thick smoke emerged from the darkness wrapping itself around the organ, squeezing tighter and growing stronger. The more Francesco watched, the faster the corruption spread.“No this is not happening, my heart may stop beating,” Francesco said to himself as his heart beat began to slow down drastically. Panic entered his