Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

"Don't open that door. If you open that door, the city will never be the same." "We don't have a choice," Julian said, his hand trembling as he reached for the rusted iron handle of the heavy vault door. "If I don't open it, the city dies anyway." He pulled. The door gave way with a screech of tortured metal, revealing a chamber filled with a blinding, pulsing violet light that seemed to swallow the very air. In the center, suspended in a cage of twisted, obsidian-forged pipes, hung the Heart. It wasn't metal. It wasn't stone. It was a mass of shifting, living darkness, beating with a rhythm that felt like the pulse of the earth itself.

who are you talking about? Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling...

Pages from my mother's journal. That was Shadow-Rot, a toxin and knock killing poison, known to be used by one pack… the shadow pack.. It doesn't burn its victim fast, instead, it rotted them from the inside out… from their muscles to their nerves to their bones, until their healing couldn't keep up. Even for an Alpha. I'd read it in my mother's journal, a wolf screamed for four days straight before his lungs gave out. “Lucien,” I whispered, terror slicing through me. “Your blood—”

That's sexy! He hammered its head on the ground until it completely stopped from moving. He went to give Diana and Peter assistance, but it's evident that they don't require it. Peter was coaxing the rotten towards him, its back turned to Diana. She approached it from behind and wrapped the cable around its throat, compressing it as much as she could. If it were a regular, live organism, its breath provision would be turned off and it would die before it could be of any value. But, since rottens don't need any oxygen to survive, all it actually achieves was put him in position and prevent him from attacking.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

I blinked fast, trying to keep them at bay as I took in the whole scene one final time. “No. I hate it.” I answered honestly. The fallen look on Alex’s face wasn’t something I ever hoped to see. “Why?” he questioned in confusion. “Why?” I scoffed out, waving at the surrounding. “Because this is too much. This is romantic.” I said that last word with disgust. “What is wrong with romantic?” “Oh well um let me think. Broken hearts?” Alex took a step towards and I shook my head, stopping him. “I want this date Alex, I really do. But I overthink crazy. And right now all I can think of is my heart getting broken tomorrow morning.”

He looked gigantic to me, I think he’s about five feet eleven or taller. “Ba-Back off!” I stuttered. “Leave me and the cats alone, you psycho!” My eyes widened when he suddenly rushed to me and covered my mouth using his hand. A muffled scream dispersed in the air, and I lost all sense of hope. I froze on my spot, frightened, as I stared at his dark eyes. “What the hell, be quiet!” he rasps, and I obediently nodded my head in fear. How can a mass cat killer smell sweet? Is that the smell of his cologne? Is he crazy?

She walked into her room and closed the door gently as she waited for him to move away. She cried as she felt her heartbreaking how could he not see how she loved him dearly. Just like Scarlet and whoever he was bringing in tomorrow. She felt a sharp pain in the lower part of her abdomen. She realised that she had no time but to wait for her death. Recently she had gone to see the royal doctor only to realise that she had few days to live due to her powers that are slowly eating her away. And the stress added to it also her unrequited love may be the cause.

God, please let him do anything to me except kick my stomach. "Rose was six She had a dream, a nice one. She wanted to dance in front of a large crowd, and then spend her nights feeding and playing with her cats. She couldn't kill a fly, she screamed when she saw an ant, and immediately fell sick when she saw a dead animal. When her mama fell sick, she looked up to me with her green eyes and asked if she could be sick in place of mama." I sob. Each gasp for air was a desperate plea for solace, a heart-wrenching symphony of pain and sorrow. Tears streamed down my face as if the weight of the world had settled upon my fragile shoulders.

Am I a coward, am I being used this were what she thought about until she was brought to consciousness when her phone rang. She check to see who the caller was but it was unknown. She decided to pick it up. "Hello is this Miss Samantha Phillips"? "Yes". "I am calling you from Saint Robert Hospital, your father Mr Phillips was rushed to the hospital early hours of today with a severe case". "He was poisened".