Where Hearts Lie Novels & Stories

The third key was ours. I approached the stone pedestal at the heart of the tomb, where a faint light glimmered. Embedded in the ancient rock, glowing with an eerie, pulsing energy, was the Heart of the Forest—the third key. The artifact was nothing like I’d imagined. It wasn’t a simple relic or object. It was a living thing, a crystalline orb entwined with roots and vines, glowing with the vibrant energy of life itself. But beneath that glow, I sensed a dangerous current—one that could either bring Silverclaw salvation or its utter destruction. Lysandra stepped beside me, her eyes narrowing as they fixated on the Heart. "That’s it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "The Heart of the

“Izzу, hоw can you еvеn thіnk that? I’ve juѕt tоld уоu hоw уоu mаkе mе fееl, аnd you think I’m now turnеd оff by уоu? You evoke ѕо much раѕѕіоn іnѕіdе. I аm without a shadow оf dоubt tоtаllу, completely, hеаd over hееlѕ іn love with уоu.” “Rеаllу?” I asked ѕtіll unсеrtаіn. I wаѕ still waiting for thе mоmеnt that I’d wаkе uр from thіѕ аmаzіng dream. “Yеѕ, rеаllу, thіѕ іѕ уоurѕ.” He grаbbеd mу hand, directly рlасіng it оvеr his hеаrt. “Mу hеаrt wіll оnlу е vеr belong tо you. It wіll оnlу еvеr beat fоr уоu. Only уоu will have thе роwеr tо brеаk іt, іtѕ entire fate rеѕtѕ wіth you.”

The truth lay buried beneath layers of deceit, waiting to be unearthed and laid bare. "Not until you said we were only married for convenience. Does that mean you really went on a honeymoon?" His flushed face betrayed a mix of curiosity and disbelief, his gaze searching for answers I dared not provide. The truth lingered on the tip of my tongue, a confession I feared would only deepen the wounds that had already scarred us.

With a sense of foreboding, I hurried to the door pressing my hand against the wood. Leigh and Lilith bolted upright from their sleep, their eyes wide with fear as they watched me approach the door. The air in the room crackled with tension, heavy with the weight of uncertainty and dread. We had heard stories of scenes like this before – of Embers discovered hiding in the shadows, torn away from their families by soldiers who showed no mercy. A silent prayer escaped my lips, a desperate plea to any deity who might be listening to spare us from the fate that awaited so many others.

I chuckle, “just not this one” “Oh Lorrie” she hugs me and I settle into her arms, she strokes my hair softly“what does your heart want? What does it yearn for? Who is that person that comes first to your kind when you feel down or happy? That's who you really love” “Have you ever been in love?” I say softly.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

Standing outside the door, Yara felt like she'd been struck by lightning. Mateo's seven years of devotion—his tenderness, his unwavering love—it was all a lie. His heart had always belonged to Helen. How noble. He was willing to sacrifice his entire life just to make Helen happy. He played his role so well she never once doubted him. Never imagined his love was just another illusion, that he only pursued her to clear the way for Helen. That night, she stood in the rain until dawn, crying until there was nothing left. From as far back as she could remember, her parents had adored Helen, leaving no love for her.

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

I cannot bear the thought of being bound to Verónica, but this alternative feels just as overwhelming. “I don't want to get married immediately," I say, my voice softer but still clear. "I want to concentrate on my work, on building my own life. Why is thаt so hаrd tо understаnd?” “Becаuse life doеsn’t wаit, Eric,” she sаys, hеr voiсe gentle but insistent. “Somеtimеs, thе right opportunitiеs comе when yоu leаst eхpect thеm. I really believe this is one of those moments. Lylah's daughter would love you, and you might come to love her too, if you gave her a chance.”

Destiny can ditch you in anytime and in any way as it wants. He couldn’t utter a word as she started to walk away from him. He just watched every step she made away from him until she vanished from his sight and all he could see was the flower field illuminated with bright sunshine. Finally, he let go of the tear droplets from his eyes which was fighting with him to flow out, the tear droplets fell on those two tiny hearts making it glisten with sun rays.