Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

It was as though thousands of needles pierced his body all at once, the pain sharp and unbearable. His ears rang. His heart felt like it might stop beating altogether. For a fleeting moment, Jayson desperately wished he had heard her wrong.

Sara said, and he looked at her. “Heart attack.” He said softly. “She was so tired of fighting with the two of them about Scotty that I think it finally killed her.” “I am so sorry,” Sara said, and he took her hand in his. “Thank you.” He said as he squeezed it gently, minding the fact she was so much smaller. “I hope that you can learn to trust me some time.” “I do, Garret.” She said as she looked at him. “You are one of the few who has always been there for me, and you were completely honest with me. As far as I can see, you might be the only person who ever was.”

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

he deadpanned. "If she had taken the poison, there would have been no way out for her. She would have been paralyzed In the next twenty-four hours, then her body would start decaying before she finally passed out.." Darren explained as Nolan pursed his lips, he knew about the poison Darren was talking about. "Paralytic rot!!" He muttered as he instantly dropped the pen he was holding. That poison could do something very gruesome to a person, it was mainly used for Lycans.

The thing didn’t even flinch. “They don’t bleed!” Gary snarled through the mind link. “It’s like they don’t even have blood anymore!” I gritted my teeth. This was getting worse by the second. If cutting them, slashing them, or breaking their bones wouldn’t stop them, then we had only one option left, which was to try ripping out their hearts which they were guarding like they knew what we wanted to get out of them. I moved quickly, dodging another attack before driving my hand straight into the chest of the closest undead. My fingers tore through rotting flesh until I reached something solid, the heart. It wasn’t beating, but it was there. Without hesitation, I yanked it out.

The corrupted wolf screamed—a sound like nothing Laura had ever heard—as Dante's fingers closed around his heart and tore it free. Black fluid sprayed across the den as Renn's body collapsed. The heart in Dante's hand pulsed once, twice, then dissolved into dark sludge that dripped between his fingers. The den fell silent except for heavy breathing and the soft weeping of the healer. "Burn the body," Dante ordered, his voice hollow. "All of it. Now." ---

With a violent, guttural grunt, he ripped the heart completely free from the chest. He stood up and turned around to face me. The elk's heart was massive. It was roughly the size of a melon, dark, slick, and completely covered in thick gore. Steam rolled off the organ in the freezing air, carrying a heavy, suffocating stench of copper, raw muscle, and wild animal musk.

"It grosses me out." "Says the one who has a thing for wild vampires." He spoke back. I accepted my fate at that point; he was going to mock me over it every chance he got. I walked off towards the farthest wall. This place smelled like old people and obnoxiously sweetened fragrances. There was dust almost everywhere. I was surprised when I didn't see any red or black furniture, but still, most of the stuff looked pretty old fashioned. There were some grey curtains, a brick fireplace with just plain ashes inside, a marble kitchen counter on one end, and a huge white staircase on the other.

Magnus let out one, solitary howl before Vortigen curled his claws around his heart and ripped it out of his chest. I expected Vortigen to eat the heart, that was what they always did in the movies, but he let out a strange grunt, something like disgust, and closed his fist around the organ in his paw, crushing it with a soft squelch. Black blood oozed out of the destroyed organ and Magnus’s devastated chest cavity. “What the hell?” I asked and stepped closer to inspect the wolf’s strange blood. The sweet scent of peaches could not pierce through the stench of Magnus’s rotting corpse. One look inside his chest confirmed my suspicions. Everything inside was rotten. “Why is his blood black?” I