The First Death Is In The Heart Novels & Stories

She started planning for Elena's third death anniversary. Katie viewed the third death anniversary with great importance. It signified a closure point of the grieving process, and it was a significant occasion for the older generations. It was two weeks to Elena's third death anniversary. Ariel still had time to prepare.

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

He hit me a full 223 times. I had no power to fight back and could only watch the blood ooze from my lower body before I finally died of excessive blood loss. After confirming that I was dead, he picked up a saw beside him and sawed off my head. The sound of flesh and bones being torn apart by the saw teeth was sharp and piercing. The ground was covered with my blood. 'Connor, I was in so much pain,' I thought. However, Connor touched my thigh the next second, and my breathing paused instantly.

Thinking back to five years ago, when I first met Sophia, she'd been entirely different from most young women who were fresh out of college—rather than lively and cheerful, she'd always worn a cold, distant expression that kept people away. The first time I saw her, I'd found myself inexplicably drawn to her aloofness. After a full year of pursuit, I thought I had finally won her heart. Little did I know that what I saw as love was just her calculated decision to go along with things.

His condition was getting weaker and weaker. His face fell into the embrace of my chest, so cold and pale. This nostalgic sensation, I had experienced during my mother's death. Do I have to feel the same way a second time? Someone dies in my hands and I can't do anything about it? 'No. This won't happen.' "Take my heart," I said. Fatal. Everyone who heard me fell silent as if they were watching a million-volt lightning strike the room. "Take my heart now. If left unattended, Alpha Charles could die."

I yell at him. Without giving it a second thought, Zane rushes towards Mindy, digging his hand into her chest. Blood trickles down his hands, then he pulls out her heart, and I watch Mindy crash to the ground. “Zane.” His name is the last thing she mutters before she dies. My body feels weak, but I manage to hold on to Rufus as I keep tapping on him. Zane tosses Mindy’s heart away, and he walks up to us, then he takes off his shirt completely.

Ri'elle's eyes grow wide, I can hear his heart pounding in his chest, then I see the look in Samuel's eye and I understand, he is Ri'elle's Amore. "Ri'elle, this is Samuel, the vampire king." I tell him, letting my voice trail off as I step aside letting Ri'elle and Samuel have a clear view of each other. I hate this, vampires are dangerous in the best of times, and this is war, this is our enemy, but now if I were to kill him it would not only mean the death of my friendship with Ri'elle, it could also mean Ri'elle's actual death. Because when you are blessed with an Amore your souls join as one, when one of you die's the damage done to the soul can cause the death of the other, especialy i

Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.” A single tear of starlight rolled down Nyra’s cheek as the cradle’s runes pulsed in black and gold. The new dawn trembled, ready to be tested once more…

I was so removed from the moment, contemplating the angel's beauty, that I didn't realize the gravity of his act. Humans walk bare through earth. Angels cloak themselves. Seraphim hide behind wings. Samael had masked himself in my childhood. But now, Death bared his soul. The greatest taboo of all. He revealed himself to a mortal and broke the barrier between us. If only I had known what that would mean. “I have only one heart to give.” He reached into himself. I will never know what he thought. He took his heart. Gave it to me. He was the only warmth in the bleakness of Eden. A place of absolute zero, soon to be devoid of life

Nina’s grip tightened around my heart, and I felt it falter, the rhythmic beating slowing under her grasp. She twisted her hand, and with a sickening crunch, she tore my heart free from my chest. I gasped, blood bubbling up from my throat, spilling from my lips. I could feel the life draining from me, the warmth seeping away as my heart—my very essence—was ripped away. My body convulsed, collapsing to the floor in a pool of blood and gore. Nina held my heart in her hand, watching it beat weakly, the last vestiges of life fading from its surface.