The First Death Is In The Heart Novels & Stories

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.

01 I watch my friend play with her children while I sit here in the corner and just watch them. It's been years now and I'm getting older each day. I don't know where and what are my destinations in life. They say when your first love broke your heart you will never forget about him, and I think because of that I still can't move on even though years has passed. "Myles, what are you doing there all alone. Join us." My friend Faye dragged me so I could join them with her kids.

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

I hastily move closer with indistinct chatter roaming in my ears. My eyes grasps the sight of five dead bodies on the ground. Blood all over and massive wholes around the axis of their chest where the heart is. “It is clear the heart eater has done this” Kyle mutters by my side. My eyes pepperish and my fist clenched with my claws piercing my palms. “This has to stop now!“ I growl huskily…

Silence. The First Queen slowly went pale. As though she already understood. The Void King's gaze remained fixed on the glowing prison. "If the Heart dies..." A pause. "It must be replaced." The sanctuary froze. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The implications hit immediately. Replaced? The Heart wasn't merely an object. It was alive. Ancient. Sacred. Replacing it meant— "No." The First Queen's voice broke the silence. The Void King looked at her. "No." Her silver eyes filled with horror.

But in this moment, destiny chose a crueler path. The handsome man stood frozen, his mind reeling from her words. He had not expected this, not from her. A deep pang struck his chest, far more than just the pain of heartbreak. His eyes widened, and before either of them could react, his body seized. His heart, overwhelmed by the sudden emotional shock, gave out. With one final, stunned look in his eyes, he collapsed, dying on his feet.

“We don’t have seven days. We have five. Maybe four.” Four days until blood kills. Four days until I have to choose who dies first for real. I press my bleeding arm to Theo’s chest. His blood mixes with mine. The bond sparks. I don’t get a death-memory. I get a future. Theo, dead in my arms. Day 16. Real this time. No reboot. Arrow through his heart. Draevor’s crest on the shaft. I jerk back. Theo’s hand finds mine again. “Saw that, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “Now you know. First real death is mine.”

A voice I knew all too well. ​"You forgot the most important rule of the Debt, kids." ​I froze. I turned around, my heart stopping. ​Standing in the ruins of the doorway was the younger version of me—the First Life. She wasn't drugged anymore. Her eyes were solid violet, and she was holding a Scythe that looked ten times more powerful than mine. ​"You can't have two of the same soul in the same room," the First Life said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "One of us has to go. And I like my life just fine."

Ivy looked at the screen, her eyes—one black, one hazel—widening in the first flash of genuine fear she had felt since the merger. "It’s not a who, Dante," she whispered. "It’s the First Pulse. The one they told us died in the womb." If Ivy and Dante were the "Results" of the second and third pulses, what is the "First Pulse" that has survived in the deep—and is it a brother Ivy never knew, or something far more monstrous that the Trust was too afraid to ever activate? (Watch out for Chapter 118) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts