Romans & histoires Hellbound Heart

He would keep the house and his car in case we ever choose to come back so that we would have a place to stay. “Now focus,” Damien said as his blue eyes stared into my hazel eyes. “Let out your demon and focus on where you want to go,” our hands were together and we stood in the clean living room. I looked at the ground at our feet and focused my eyes until I could see a speck of dust on the hard wooden floors, telling me that I successfully let out my inner demon and it was now time to attempt my teleporting into Hell. I took a deep breath and focused on the things that Damien had told me about Hell, about the Garden, and I imagined myself surrounded by fire and screaming souls. Why did I f

How do I shamelessly admit that I feel a deep, never-ending hollow in my chest, just at the mere thought of not seeing him again, of not seeing what he looks like anymore, and not even touching him. How do I explain that my heart is burning with pain at the thought of someone else touching me in ways that could never be my captor’s, and looking at me with those stone cold dark eyes that looks at me like it sees everything and knows every little detail about me, even when he can’t hide how clueless he is about the sort of creature that I am. April was right, and I am a shameless old hag. I tried to pull myself together, and since there was no other way forward than the one that was already pl

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

The sensation of a heart turning to stone is not a sudden numbness. It is a slow, rhythmic agony of friction. Every time my left ventricle contracted to pump blood through my body, I felt the microscopic grind of quartz crystals forming along the myocardial wall. Silas was right about the biology of the Palace. The Elder resonance was too dense for a mature human vascular system. To channel the power of a god, you had to become the altar.

Scarlett seemed to remember something and immediately told them to let me go. Seth pointed at me in frustration. "Scarlett, don't let Ron fool you. He's the one who's acting. "I barely tapped him three times and he's acting like he's dying. Who's he trying to fool?" The moment he finished speaking, I collapsed to the ground, unable to support myself. Blood seeped through my white shirt, spreading across my back in a dark red stain. The onlookers gasped in shock. "Ron, are you okay?"

He emerged from the shadows, into a massive cavernous dungeon. The air was cold, smelling of old decay. The anchor was hanging in the middle of the room over a black water pit. It was a great big beating heart, all of crystallized, glowing blood. Dozenous powerful, throbbing magical arteries were attached to the crystal heart, leading straight to the coastal barrier. Four huge Vampire Executioners stood under the heart, their bodies grotesquely twisted by dark magic. Jace didn't hesitate. He was the Vanguard's deadly ghost.

The radioactive glow in his veins had died down to a dull, bruised purple, pulsing erratically like a failing neon sign in a deserted alley. Through our fractured mate-bond, I didn't feel a king's unyielding fury anymore. I felt an empty, freezing vortex. He was slipping. The virus and my corrupted void magic had combined into an artificial heart-start, but now the biological tax was due. His human heart was giving out. "He’s not going to make it to the border," a smooth, hated voice cutting through the dark cabin made my blood boil.

Him and those boys, we lost last night. The bone white walls of the square room seem to press in on me, while the charcoal carpet drives up under my feet. I’m being suffocated by the rivalry that has existed between demons and our kind since the beginning of time. It hurts each and every time, knowing our souls will writhe in agony in the pit of whatever demon devoured it. Their wolves not free to return to the gods or roam the earth ever again. “Who was it?” I growl, my patience for waiting even another second before tearing out demon throats quickly dwindling.

I admit. I know I am playing stupid since I saw this video when I met with Ghaazi. They told me a bit about this ability, but something tells me that Hamal might know more about it than they did. “It is called the heart of darkness. A vampire with this ability can store their heart outside of their body. Essentially they can’t be killed. They have someone they trust to guard their heart and keep it safe. The last vampire to have this ability went feral after his beloved was killed. A hunters guild went after him, but they couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t die. Finally, the guild that Denali belongs to had to get involved, and they figured it out. They found his heart and destroyed