Novel & Cerita The War Of Lost Hearts

But his hearts were acceptable to soar, and he belonged to the parents whose souls demanded he be. "Those wars I don't want to part in but have no choice. What takes encouraging lineages centuries to evolve was savaged in a single day. The children we raise with love, murdered in an instant. What war devastates takes so very long to heal from. It shattered bones, when all that was needed was a hand of friendship and kind words. Yet the land has become the never-love, never-hope, the land in which the frigid dispassion of the apex predator damages the prefrontal humanity, lessening the capacity for productivity and perspective-taking, enhancing the primitive "blood lust" mode. Only the surviv

“It’s war.” And I don’t lose wars.

All I could think of was running over and ripping his fucking head from his shoulders, and his heart from his chest. I run back into the woods shifting with each stride I took. Once fully shifted I let out an earth shaking howl of anger and hurt. I take off into the woods at full speed until I reach my pack house.

She stood there with her eyes slightly lowered, looking lost in thought and not moving. The old me would probably have been on edge, my fingers trembling in an unbearable mix of hope and heartbreak. I would have been suffocating from the bitter feeling of knowing the girl I cared about with all my heart was still hung up on another guy. But now, the feeling wasn't as strong. I didn't want to watch them, so I followed Samuel and his friends to the card table. A few rounds in, I had lost a decent amount of cash. Irritated, I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway for a smoke.

Even when Ryan dirtied his expensive clothes while playing at our house, she would wash them by hand in the dead of winter so he would not be scolded at home. That was who my mother was, and she lost her life because of Olivia, Caleb, and Ryan. A living, breathing woman was sacrificed on an operating table for their selfish desires, and I only learned the truth months later. I could hardly bear to picture how frightened my mother must have been in her final moments. How heartbroken. We had finally survived the worst years. I had finally grown up, finally able to give her the life she deserved, yet she never lived to see a single day of it, because they stole that future from her.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

It was going to be a long year once the trials started. The shift changed, and so the Warriors heading home walked back with me. It was peaceful, but I would never let anyone know that. There was no time for peace, not while there were wars raging and a vile Vampire to hunt down. There was no room for weaknesses in my Warriors. I knew they had them, but they did not let them show; Made them strong.

All Hearts! "

But it wasn’t just a game anymore. It was war. And I wasn’t sure whose side I was on. Not anymore. I glanced down at the purse resting in my lap. The cards were still inside, the names of the people I had conquered tonight. But none of them mattered. Because tonight, it felt like I had lost something and it felt like I was never going to get it back