Vex Hearts Novels & Stories

Every beat of my heart screamed it. I am Velora. I am the fire. I am unstoppable. And nothing… no chains, no fear, no council... would dare stand in my way.

The sedative was a heavy, velvet curtain, but Victor Igbrude had spent too long dancing with death to let it stay closed. Behind his eyelids, the countdown burned in neon red. Every heartbeat felt like a hammer blow against the \bm{T_0} of the world’s deletion.

"Even I had a heart, which you wounded in every possible way. So now, I really don't care what you do. I don't need your pity." I looked at him in disbelief when I heard him say those words. I put my hands on my hips and said, "Pity? Is that what you think? I pity you? I care for you, that's why I am trying to bring you back." Vexon let out a humorless chuckle. "Bring me back? The previous Vexon will never come back, no matter how hard you try. There's no way." I arched an eyebrow, saying, "Is that a challenge?"

“I’d never seen a werewolf’s heart beating. Is that why you guys have a frantic heartbeat, faster than any human?” “Yes. Our hearts beat twice faster for our wolves, while vampires beat slower than any being,” Ave explained. “So, what’s the verdict?” She nodded at Xanthe. “Just so I know what’s going on here, can I check on one of you guys?” She looked behind her. “Do it on me,” Axl volunteered. I groaned. “I don’t like it.” She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “You’re kidding, right? This is for your own benefit. Hold your wolf for a minute.”

The villages did not seem ransacked, so they couldn’t have been attacked by rogues who plundered for money. When the victims’ memory projection crystals were retrieved, the authorities found out that they were drugged by a medicine that makes it seemed like their heart was beating. The feeling of having a heart beat becomes too overwhelming that it corrupts their bodies, and the vampires die of some excruciating pain in the rib cage… “Cara,” I said, waking up my baby gently. “Cara, do you feel something funny?” “Hmm, papa?... Nothing… It’s just that it hurts a little here,” she said, rubbing her chest a bit.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

It could have been anyone it that room. “Where the fuck is Vex!?” I shouted. Everyone shook their heads, none seeming to know where he was. I spat out with a seeth. “Find him and make sure he is here soon or he will lose his head!” I turned around only to recall exactly where Vex was. ‘Rose is dead. Get the fuck out of my bed and come to do your job! Either that or you will see what real pain is!’ I sent through the mindlink, fuming to say the least.

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

Or at least, the core fragment of it. Jack held it up to the camera. The red light cast sinister shadows on his face. "Do you know what this is?" Jack asked softly. The Viper’s composure cracked. He leaned forward. "The Heart... You actually have it." "I do," Jack said. He tossed it lightly in the air and caught it. The Viper flinched. "And do you know how it works? It’s not a battery. It’s a unstable isotope of ancient biological energy. It reacts to stress. My stress."

Vireya's POV With his growing army, Xareth pressed deeper into the surrounding packs, one after another falling to his dark ambition. Each time, forcing my wolf to extract the Heartstone. I began to lose count of the packs we’d conquered. One by one, they fell. Territories swallowed whole beneath Xareth’s command. Amid all these my birthday passed, I wasn't even able to remember it with all the chaos, all I know, I was twenty now. I was plagued by blood-soaked dreams, my hands stained red, my soul howling alongside the wolves I could no longer protect. The line between nightmare and waking life had blurred into oblivion.