World Of Hearts Novels & Stories

The Heart folded its arms. "Most people spend their entire lives avoiding those things." Fair enough. The Chamber suddenly brightened again. A powerful pulse swept through the stars. The Heart's smile faded slightly. Not in concern. In realization. "Oh." Lyra blinked. "Oh?" The child looked upward. "The world is calling." The stars shifted. A massive vision appeared above them. The sanctuary. The guardians. The First Queen. Aurelia. The restored Heart. Everyone waiting. Everyone watching. The connection between worlds had reopened.

Cael leaned against Shigure. “You prefer complaining.” “It has survived every age.” The child raised one palm. An image formed above the tide heart. The first ocean stretched across an empty world. No cities. No kingdoms. No human voices. Only endless water moving beneath a white sky. Then land rose. People gathered along the shores. Crowns appeared. The ocean broke into fragments. “If the heart opens,” the child said, “everything returns.” Kiyomi stood near Hayate’s broken sword. Her face was wet, but her voice remained steady.

“Bring me the Heartstone from the Vault of Lament.” Veyra frowned. “Headmistress,that stone consumes the wielder.” “Then let it consume me,” Morwen snapped. “Because if I don’t break that Door in three nights, Aria will walk through it,and I’ll be nothing but a footnote in her legend.” Veyra left to go and get the Hearthstone. Veyra seems tired of the whole thing already,and now Morwen is getting more powers without involving Veyra. What will happen to Veyra if the war comes?

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

Fateball was silent for a while, pushing back its enthusiasm toward checking its new body and skills after completing a world, and began flipping through the book of worlds in its head. Scarlet was a newbie and could only take on a level F world after finishing the basic one. Fateball searched for worlds until it saw one and its eyes opened. "This one." It said. Scarlet immediately perked up. "It's a werewolf world," Fateball said and waved its small body. Fateball clicked on the world, and the world opened. "Shall we leave?" It asked Scarlet. Scarlet nodded. She still had 99 more words to go and she didn't want to waste time.

"It's kind of a tradition in the werewolf world if you don't find your mate until you're 24 or reject them, you can choose whoever you want as long as they want you and also are matless above 24 or already lost mate." "That's how it was with our Luna, the previous Alpha's wife. She was a very strong warrior but didn't find her mate, and Theon’s and Hayden's father offered her Luna's position and marriage if she gave him an heir, and she did when she gave birth to Hayden," says Becca sipping her drink "How did she die?" I ask curiously, and I can see Tony and Becca exchanging looks.

Waiting, expecting, I step forward as the noise in the hall is drowned out by the hushed whispers of everyone wanting to see the marking of the Luna. The ritual is simple, lean in , expose your fangs, by thinking of the person beside you and how much you love them. Bite into the scent gland, and let the heart lock happen, joining you to this person for the rest of your life . Rhea tilts her head, exposing her throat, pale and vulnerable. I hear her heart beating erratically , “Do it,” she breathes. I close my eyes, lean in, trying to get it over with quickly.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

CHAPTER 1: Heartcille Reina No one’s POV: Heartcille Reina, known as Heart, is a 25 years old, nerdy old fashioned woman. She is a Japanese-British woman who lives in Tokyo, Japan. Her hair is black, always on a bun or tied so high with her eyeglasses on because she has problems in her vision. Her face has freckles, she lives independently in a studio unit in an apartment complex. Her parents are already in heaven, so she is literally alone in her life.

"I want to join too." I was still busy with Sarah’s chest, my brain foggy and my heart racing at a frequency I couldn’t even count. I didn't know what she meant by "joining" until I felt a small, soft hand grab mine. She guided my fingers downward, away from the safety of the gym mats, until I felt it. My breath hitched. My fingers landed on a wet, sticky, warm path. It was a sensation I recognized instantly from every hentai I’d ever analyzed, but the real thing was... different. It was visceral. It was her cunt, and she was wet as fuck!