Hellbound Heart の小説・ストーリー

Amelia asked, another sob escaping her lips. “Because every researcher and witch I have spoken to say if this Heavenly Heart truly existed and was as powerful as I’m claiming, it would be almost impossible to take the heart and keep it beating once it leaves its vessel. It would be easier if it was an immature heart and in the vessel of an infant. Still filled with light and purity. But it’s since aged and is even more powerful than we could ever imagine. Only the most elite and strongest beings on the earth can successfully take this heart out,” Penny scoffed. Amelia gasped.

she whispers, as she silently wept. ============================== Kei ran like a madman as he is dashing through the hospital's hallway where Uncle Onodera is confined. He received an emergency call from Aunt Francia, and she told him that the old man's condition has worsened due to the complications on his heart. He is now transferred to the Intensive Care Unit for observation. Uncle Onodera needs to have an open heart surgery as soon as possible, but he's still on a waiting list for heart donor recipients...

Cassian screamed until his voice shredded. The silver roots forced the Heart deeper. Damien held the Blade in place. Selene chanted through tears. Blue candles bent toward the wound. The chamber shook. The roots crawled over Cassian’s chest and burned themselves into his skin, sealing around the Heart like a cage being welded shut. His body tried to die. The Heart refused. Again. Again. Again. Death reached. The Heart beat. Death reached. The Heart beat. Death reached. The Heart beat. That was the horror.

A massive black-silver core suspended above the abyss, beating like an actual heart while endless corruption veins spread outward from it through the mountain foundations. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Every heartbeat shook the chamber. Ronan slowly released Aria while staring upward at the Heart in disbelief. Kael landed nearby seconds later alongside the Sovereign. The Sovereign’s face drained completely of color. “No…” Aria stepped toward the throne involuntarily. The Heart pulsed faster immediately. Silver-black energy spiraled around the chamber violently while whispers echoed through the cavern walls from thousands of forgotten voices. “Come home…” Ronan grabbed Aria’s wrist instantly.

The shadows still coiled faintly under his skin, moving like smoke trapped beneath glass. “How far?” I whispered. Silas didn’t look back. “Not far enough.” The air shifted a little colder now, carrying a faint metallic tang that made my throat ache. Ahead, the tunnel widened into a vast chamber. The ceiling was lost in darkness, and the floor glowed faintly with concentric circles of silver light. In the center, a massive crystal heart pulsed, suspended in midair and translucent, ancient, alive. The Heart of the Veil. I’d heard legends and whispers of a power older than the gods, the source of the boundary between worlds. Seeing it now sent a chill through me. The rhythm of its pulse matched

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

The heart was alive, fighting back, clinging to its hold on him. "No!" Lucien’s voice rang out, filled with a ferocity that shook me to my core. "You won’t have me anymore!" The ground cracked open beneath us, and there, deep in the darkness, I saw it. The heart. It was black and pulsing, its veins extending like the roots of a tree, feeding on the lost souls trapped within its depths. It was a thing of pure malevolence, a creature of magic and death, a parasite that had slowly consumed Lucien from the inside out.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

They also felt extreme discomfort in their violently palpitating hearts, as though they had been hammered again and again and they were going to die at any time. At that moment, the group became immobilized, while the heartbeat only got louder. The mine and Devil’s Hill shook, and the surrounding waters trembled. The vast boundless ocean became turbulent as the heartbeats churned up the waves. The sound then spread to distant areas. “What is that?” “A heartbeat! It is the Fiend Lord’s heart! The Fiend Lord’s heart is appearing!” “Oh my God! The Fiend Lord’s heart is actually here?!”

Pointing her sharp claws against her chest, she glanced at the almost-complete spell from the eleven warlocks. It would only be a matter of time before the spell would be completed! Her last bit of reluctance was already tossed at the back of her mind. She pierced the part of her chest which was only half an inch distance from her beating heart. On cue, blood gushed from Diana’s lips. And yet, her eyes remained closed. Heart blood was also known as the Essence of the supernatural beings of this world. By destroying this, Diana was at risk to lose something important to her. What would it be?