Witch Hearts Novels & Stories

"Tell me why my husband is taking beta blockers and blood thinners. Tell me why Dr. Reeves has you on what looks like a full cardiac medication protocol. Tell me what's wrong with your heart." For a long moment, he just looks at me. Those storm-grey eyes unreadable, walls slamming down. Then he sits down on the bed. Runs a hand through his hair, messing up the perfect style. "Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy," he says quietly. "The left ventricle of my heart is thickened. Makes it harder for blood to pump efficiently. Creates risk of arrhythmia, heart failure, sudden cardiac death." The clinical terms hit me like physical blows.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

This was… a slow overload. Like someone was turning up the gain on every input at once. My body, to its credit, tried to cope. Heart hammered. Lungs dragged in more air. Blood vessels contracted, then over‑corrected. Something in my chest fluttered. “Her rhythm just went irregular,” the tech said sharply. “PVCs. She’s flirting with a fib.” “Not allowed,” Mila said. “We just killed a god. We are not losing our idiot to an arrhythmia. Niko, move.”

Trish, dressed in a white silk blouse and a black pencil skirt, looked bright and professional. She met Stanley's gaze—handsome and commanding—and said, "Mr. Hawk, based on my preliminary assessment, I believe Jessica's heart condition is due to an acquired heart defect, likely a ventricular septal defect and patent ductus arteriosus. Surgery can correct this." Stanley frowned slightly, his voice low. "Is the surgery risky?" Trish smiled, her lips curving into a seductive grin. "That depends on the specific surgical plan. Let's exchange numbers so we can stay in touch, Mr. Hawk."

I tell her I will be done soon. I dry my hands. I walk into the OR. The team is ready. The lights are bright. Lily is on the table, her chest open, her heart exposed. It is small, no larger than my fist, but it is fighting. The left ventricle strains, the walls thick, the rhythm uneven. I look at the narrowing. It is worse than the scans showed. The aorta is pinched to a thread. The blood struggles to pass. The heart is working twice as hard as it should.

and a lemon juice for herself. "'Heartbeat 141' is supposedly the owner's special cocktail. They say your heart rate reaches 141 when you're in passionate love. Try it," Zia clinked glasses with me and continued, "But for someone like me with congenital heart disease, I can never drink alcohol in this lifetime. Maybe I'm not suited for intense love either. What does being drunk feel like? I'm quite envious that you can live so freely." "Did you study medicine because of your heart condition?" I took a sip of the Heartbeat 141. It was strong, with a tropical fruit aroma, but quickly followed by a bitter taste.

“She got better. How can this be? And why now? Why this... this fucking year has been bad enough, why would her heart choose now to give up?” “Percy listen to me. Your mom’s recovery was nothing short of a miracle. She was meant to die. This heart disease isn’t something that can be cured. The heart grows weaker, and it starts failing at the basic things it’s supposed to do. We call it a disease but this is mostly a genetic heart defect. Cures cannot be made for it, but science can evolve to make valves that would help the heart in doing its job.” “So why don’t we get one of those?” I ask out loud, raking my fingers through my hair. My eyes fleeting around the bedroom.

“I have; they can’t do anything more for him. They are at a loss for what to do. Said they’ve never seen anything like this in the werewolf community.” She cries out in pain, a mother unable to help her child is painful to watch. Our son was born with a heart defect, which we missed until he started to walk…the extra movement becoming an additional strain on his heart. He had a hole in his heart; the doctors call it a heart murmur…. something that was common in the human world, but not with werewolves. He was the future alpha, yet the doctors have stated he may never be able to shift, that my son may never be able to accept his wolf…the shift may be too much for his heart.

"Gosh, you're warm, you should lay back down and rest some more." "I'm fine." I give him a tiny smile and yawn with my hand fisted against my mouth. Waking up at the hospital hours later after fainting, Max told me that the Doctor informed him I have Arryhthmia - improper beating of heart, wether too regular or too slow. Which was a result of the pains in my chest when I over think. Shortness of breath when I'm angry or my emotions are doing a battle. Dizziness, light-headedness and fainting - during or after experiencing drastic situations.

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