Tainted Heart Novels & Stories

At the center of the chamber… Suspended in midair by glowing roots and veined magic… Was a heart. Not a metaphor. Not an illusion. No, it was a literal, beating heart. Golden. But split. The right side of it shimmered like pure sunlight, clean and soft and healing. The left side… twisted. Veins blackened with rot. A slow corruption pulsing through it like tar in honey. The corruption bled upward along the roots holding it in place, darkening the magic that kept it suspended.

Jacob stepped back farther, fully aware the aberration was still dangerous as long as the heart was in proximity to the body. He flung it away and directed a blade of light to incinerate it. At once the body began to flop around, spewing tainted blood that crept toward him relentlessly. Jacob calmly sent the energy toward the body and then the blood, removing all evidence of Bernad’s existence. At last he used the white-hot heat to sear away the taint from his hands. From his soul. It was over. At long last. It was over. He had never felt such sorrow, an oppressive, nearly numbing force weighing him down.

It was a betrayal that cut deeper than any of the wounds inflicted by her attacker. In that moment, the decision became clear, as painful as it was. The love she had nurtured within her heart now felt tainted, overshadowed by the darkness of deception and revenge. Talia's voice trembled as she mustered the strength to speak, her words laced with pain and determination.

Blood. I stopped at the gallery overlooking the great hall and looked down. The sight stole my breath. In the center of the hall stood the man I loved, and the man who still sometimes frightened me. His aura was so dark and dense it seemed to swallow the torchlight around him. On the floor before him writhed a torn figure, the sentry, barely recognizable beneath his wounds. They were not claw marks. Frost shimmered along the edges of the injuries, blue white and unnatural, as if the flesh had been frozen rather than cut.

I had been drenched in hers, and it felt like all of it, everything was filth. They made me this way. I could feel the dirtiness creeping back, like a stain that wouldn’t wash away. The way they pushed me, it wasn’t right. Darkness clung to my mind, closing in, clouding my judgment. I was out for blood, out for revenge. I couldn’t let anyone trample on my heart, my dignity, and walk away unscathed. My love had once been pure, untainted—but now? It was twisted, stained with black desire.

“I, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

I quickly take a hold of her neck with the same right hand , and this wakes her with a shock. I feel her body shaking beneath my own , her body radiates….fear. I love it! Her baby doe eyes , shine with such innocence – the innocence of which I want to ravish and destroy. I want to be the privileged one to taint her perfect record – her perfect self. I want to taint her , over and over again until her very flesh smells of me and my sin. Even as I watch her tremble beneath me – the undying love I have for her stops me from penetrating her. Besides my love , the promise not to taint her before we are married is what I grant her. However, she stills looks at me as if I am crazy enough to break

The blood was oozing from her chest, wetting the entire floor. "Stupid girl," he remarked, gazing at her lifeless body and then grabbed his clothes and walked out of that room. ZALE ALCAZAR…..a name which symbolises only one thing, terror… A terror which emerged in the hearts of any person who dared to cross his way. A human with no heart. That was what everyone used to believe because a human with a heart could never even think of doing the things he used to do and was capable of doing.

My heart fluttered in my chest as I nervously licked my lips under his scrutiny. “You are so damn beautiful, you know that, right?” he said, his lips brushing against mine. This time, his kiss was gentle, tender. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, and I instinctively placed my hand on his chest. His hands trailed down my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My breath hitched when his fingers slipped under my shirt. As he lifted my shirt over my head, I moved to cover the scar on my abdomen, a constant reminder of my past. But he gently moved my hands away, his eyes fixed on the scar. I expected to see repulsion or pity in his gaze, but instead, I saw awe.

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-Twenty-First 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.