Seven Hearts Novels & Stories

, the trembling voice said, a deep sorrow was held in it. “Runaway sooner. Find your place. No one belongs to you here anymore. The mother that you wanted in me begs you to flee to save your life. Don’t be a part of this massacre anymore, as the chain of seven hearts is completed, there won’t be any peace left on this world. The evil inside him will unleash, the greatest of the evil that will be. The evil which will make the history of catastrophe, which no one will be able to stop. It’s in your hands now, it was always in your hand”,

Celeste (between Remy, Noah, and Brittany—smiling): “High school, high sync.” Locket thumped—six heartbeats + two new ones + forty-seven hellebores + valley frost.

Destroyed. And that's when I feel it. The bonds. All four of them. Pulsing. Strong. Permanent. Connected to a heart that's not beating.

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Seventh Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

HE draws another one of HIS sinister smiles and reads. “The twin of Marie.” HE pauses, giggling from the name that HE suddenly remembers the importance for the entire story. While it prequel the interest of one of the four direction which is the life and role that she is going to play into the last loop of seventh. “The one who has the maiden’s heart that is the only one who can melt and meant the cold-heart and broken pieces of Kevin.” Another name that HE drops and gave that tone that they should all knew by now of what and of why. The character that is just like her is the offspring of the other shard heart and soul of the original from another book and world.

then it came. A heartbeat. Tiny, regular, rapid rhythm. Clear, like drumsticks struck too fast—but steady. As if a tiny motor beat inside. A sign of life. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Sloane's eyes flew open. "What... is that? Is that the...?" The doctor's voice was no longer clinical. It was human. Warm and soft, like a father showing his child for the first time. "That's the heartbeat. The baby's heart. You're in the eighth week. It's stable, strong. And it's there. Inside you."

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

Tippa thought. “And I heard him say he felt the same way about me. Did he? Was that a missed opportunity? I was just too embarrassed at my actions to hear anything he said last night. I must be so sexually frustrated.” Tippa squeezed her eyes shut tight. But whenever she tried to deny her feelings, her heart would pound like crazy. Is this the end or the beginning of something new? “Should I be tough on him? Or should I just follow my heart? God help me, I don’t know what to do! Life is so short. I almost died. I have to think about this carefully. Follow your heart, Tippa is what the little voice inside my head is telling me.’ *****