Tracing A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart Novels & Stories

One heart, to find the others. The words slip unbidden from my lips. The air thickens. My blood feels molten, rushing faster, louder. In the silence, I can hear the threads of it—my veins, my breath, the steady thrum. And beneath it, faint but real, the echoes of others. Kai’s, slow and steady across the room. A heartbeat not mine, but tethered. My knees weaken. This is too much. Too dangerous. I release it, gasping, clutching my chest. The threads snap back, leaving me shaking but alive.

I cast a look at my trembling fingers and collapsed on the floor next to her, exhausted to my bones. Using the last of my energy, I reached for her still bleeding thighs, touched her femoral artery, and went directly for her heart, force pumping it by redirecting her blood in the opposite direction. My fingers trembled in protest, the muscles in them screaming for relief. I glanced up, tears stinging at the corner of my eyes. The sky was dark, but there was no moon. This was really the worst time to play hero. I blinked back the tears and pushed harder, praying I could force her heart to pump—just enough to keep her alive.

heart dance with happiness, almost like a child's joy upon receiving new clothes for Eid. For a moment, she felt she had obtained a small piece of evidence—perhaps fifty percent—that "Murad" felt something deeper for her than ordinary kindness. She leaned her head farther back against the seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in those beautiful thoughts. Her body was exhausted, but the happiness filling her heart was enough to make her forget the pain. Meanwhile, in the back seat, "Tarek" sat as though trapped in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. His eyes moved slowly between them.

“I know! Just…shit…just stab the heart!” Dropping the phone again, I grabbed the metal rod. I stood up and lined up the end with the heart. Pulling back, I pushed the rod through the heart. At first, it gave me resistance and I had to push down with all my might. Something cracked and sounded like glass shattering before the rod slammed into the heart, through it and into the ground.

LINC - The first thing I noticed was the blood. It spread too fast, seeping through the fabric, painting everything in a color that shouldn't have been there. My heart pounded hard enough to rattle my ribs as I watched her trip, her body lurching forward until her stomach slammed hard against the edge of the steps.

Mamá and Javier came over to me; Javier was bleeding from his mouth yet remained standing between me and the altar as if he could protect me from the apocalypse. “Flee mija " he croaked. “No " I replied. "We finish this as one.” Marco knelt in the middle of the golden fault lines his hands pressed flat against the ground blood streaming, from his eyes gold code flowing out rapidly than his body could produce it. “I can’t keep the patch on any further " he yelled. "The heart is resisting. It’s attempting to restart the bloodstream!” The scarlet heart perched over the altar pulsated once—BOOM—and all remaining reflections collapsed onto their knees heads lowered, as if in reverence.

The windows were smashed in, and I stopped in my tracks when I saw blood. There were thick drops of crimson blood along the carpet like a trail. I couldn't help the chill of terror that ran down my body. I followed the trail to the bathroom and pushed the closed door open with a hand.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed Francheska to the hospital. He held her close, feeling her warmth slipping away from him. He couldn't lose her, not now, not after everything they had been through. The streets blurred together as David drove, his mind focused solely on saving Francheska. He prayed to every deity he could think of, promising anything if only Francheska would be okay. He couldn't bear the thought of living without her. As he arrived at the hospital, David screeched to a halt and leapt out of the car. He rushed Francheska into the emergency room, shouting for help. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding Francheska with equipment and rushing her into sur

With a lump in my throat, I followed the trail down the length of the kitchen counter in the centre of the room up until a point in the corner, between two bottom cabinets. Blood. Lots of it. A freaking pool that had to be enough to count as donation at a blood bank. What the actual hell?! Had that been there before. Oh shit, Adeline. I followed a second trail on the right of the counter, back towards the door and it was at that exact moment my heart sank, dropped to my stomach and promised to never return. The floor was still very much covered with glass shards, but unlike the left, most of the glass pieces were covered with blood, blood I would love to know who the hell it belonged to!

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!