You Cannot Force A Dead Heart Novels & Stories

She would not let this end in failure. "You don't even understand what heart failure means," Donald sneered. "I'm an expert, so let me spell it out. There's nothing left to do. The heart is the body's engine. Once it fails, the body shuts down!"

He finally looked away, breathing deeply, then turned back to me. “There must be a reason why your countdown is speeding up.” My stomach twisted. “Speeding up? What… do you mean?” “You were meant to live ninety days. But that number can shorten… especially if your heart is triggered.” “Triggered? By what?” “Grief, Pearl. Pure, intense grief. That’s what damaged your heart. That’s what shortened your life span. If you keep exposing your heart to more of it, you may collapse and never wake up. Vomit blood. Die in the process.”

"I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Matteo blinked. No reaction. Just quiet. Fatima gasped. Derek froze. Matteo whispered, "No." He stepped forward. "No, you're lying. He was fine. He woke up." Dr. Rahman shook his head gently. "His body was too weak to accept the heart. We couldn't restart it." "Let me see him." "Matteo—" "LET ME SEE HIM!" He broke into a run toward the door. Dominic grabbed him from behind, arms tight.

"There's no pulse. I can't find a pulse." "Check the carotid properly, girl," Kovac ordered, his voice thin, losing its strength as he leaned as far forward in his wheelchair as his harness would allow. "Do not panic. If the heart has stopped, you have less than four minutes before the brain suffers irreversible damage. Start compressions."

She pleaded again. “But, after my death, you have to preserve my heart.” She suddenly demanded, and I narrowed my eyes. “The ritual that they want to perform, it needs the heart of our bloodline. You need to use my heart so that they can all die in one go.” She added it and started coughing hard. With every cough, she spat blood, and the pain on her face was enough to tell that she was in immense pain. “That’s not possible, Naomi. We can preserve a dying heart for a few days, but not for a long time.” Brian said to her in a grim tone.

“NEVER!” Gerard’s smile turned monstrous. “If you refuse, the mark will destroy his heart in less than sixty seconds. His wolf will burn from the inside out.” “ATHENA!” Nyx shrieked in panic inside my mind. “THE MARK IS DRAINED FROM HIS LIFE FORCE! HE'S GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST!” I looked back down at Buck. His face was gray, his eyes fluttering, his pulse hammering erratically against his throat as he struggled for air.

I can't fight him, you can't fight him, we're useless and he knows it. Then we need to play dead. We need to make him think he has really killed us. Right. If only I knew how to stop my heart from beating long enough for him to believe we were dead, that would really help right now. Sadly, I don't possess that sort of power.

No heartbeat. “No, it’s not possible.” He concentrated more energy to do what he best- brought people back from the brink of death. Still, no movement. What the hell is going on here? “This can’t be. Sirona, wake up. You…you can’t be dead. Wake up, I say. Sirona!”

"Uh, | was driving back from the meadow with my dad. He was drinking a little before and he was driving with me in the back. When we got to an intersection, he didn't stop at the light and we ran straight into a semi." | sucked in a breath sharply through my nose. "| wasn't hurt that bad, just this scar and a couple of bruises and cuts. But my dad..." he trailed off and | rested my hand over his. "Uh, he died in the emergency room a couple hours later. | don't blame it on him, just his habits." | squeezed his hand and his eyes met mine. | was taken aback by how much vulnerability and grief there was in them. | had never seen him like this, and | didn't know how to react.

I said in disbelief. "That's the only thing we can do." "Bullshit! What if she dies?" "If we try to wake her up externally, she'll die." He said and my heart dropped. "The best way for her to wake up is to gather her energy and make it circulate. Don't try any other measures." He warned. I turned away from him and looked at my love. I brushed the strands of hair away from her face and held her hand. Her forehead is sweaty but her hand is cold. There is no balance.