Hellbound Heart Novelas e Histórias

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

He clearly felt the sensation of that longsword going through his chest and cutting off his electronic components. With wide eyes, he looked down at the green mechanical liquid flowing from his chest. Then, Fennel kicked his chest violently! Boom! The man’s chest burst open, and all the mechanical organs shattered in that instant! This kick completely took the life of this Hellhound! Even his mechanical heart was kicked out, which rolled down from his chest and blinked with a red light. This should be considered another form of the Hellhound, but he was still killed by Fennel in seconds!

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

He met my eyes with defiance. “Do you know why half-sirens are feared?” the Queen asked me, her voice still strident. “No,” I looked at the young man with dread. “Because the brethren aren’t immune to their powers. A siren can only enchant the hearts of man, but a half-siren can enchant the heart of brethren,” the Queen leaned forward. “A half-siren can sing the brethren to their doom.”

"Hill, honestly you need to see how you look right now. Look at how wide your eyes pupils are, like you're high on drugs or something, and let's not go to how messy you look right now because that would make me laugh out my heart." I doubted if she had a heart to laught out, she was too evil to have a heart, even if she once had a heart, it must have died the day I was born because ever since when I had opened my eyes for the first time on earth, my mum had been nothing else but a monster to Maribel and I.

A painful feeling shot up his gut, stripping him of words there and then while the sound of the horse steps faded into silence. She was gone... *** The warnings of the mind may come in whatever way the conscience wished to display it. It could be phrased as a persistent feeling of guilt, or a warning to one's deeds. Nax had been killed while trying to say something. Back in Anfield, his mother wanted to say something. But most especially, his heart wanted to say something. Philip couldn't say he did not grasp the signs or feel a tug of warning somewhere. Neither could he say he never wanted to end this quest a couple of times. But why he ignored them, he didn't seem to understand.

Her blade gleamed with an ethereal light as she raised it tall, pointing for the center of the throbbing heart. But just as she was about to strike, the ground underneath her feet trembled. The heart's throbs with wild eyed, sporadic, as though something was battling from inside. Clara hesitated, her blade poised to strike. The heart was shaking brutally now, the darkness around it churning like a storm. Suddenly, in a blinding streak of light, the heart detonated, sending shockwaves through the cavern.

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room bore into my eyes, amplifying the throbbing in my head. The antiseptic smell burns my nostrils, a sickening reminder of where I am and why. My body aches, each movement sending sharp pains through my bruised ribs, but it's nothing compared to the agony in my heart as I wait for news about Naomi.