1 Litre Of Tears Series Novels & Stories

Tears filled her eyes, and Harriet let out a sob as the tears flowed, staining her white cheeks. Seeing her tears, Lucas panicked. “N-No.” His sharp eyes softened. “I am not angry with you.” He cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears. But the tears didn’t stop. Instead of speaking, he just carefully held her, and Harriet could no longer hold back. She sobbed aloud.

The friendships, the familiar hallways, the dreams that had taken root there – they all seemed to hang in the balance, threatened by the drastic turn of events. A single tear, heavy with the weight of her anguish, welled up in Ava's eye and then slipped silently down her cheek. It landed on the cold, unfeeling floor with a soft, almost imperceptible sound. But in that seemingly insignificant drop, a deluge of emotions cascaded. It was a tear that held within it the echo of dreams shattered, of hopes extinguished, and of a future that now felt uncertain and dimly lit.

I took a few moments to ensure I was truly alone before the floodgates opened. Heart-wrenching sobs consumed me as I sank to the floor, unable to hold myself together any longer. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, as if they were an endless river. Every painful moment, from my fight with Lucian to the overwhelming emotions I felt now, played on repeat in my mind like a broken record. My chest felt like it would burst from the weight of it all. I cried for what felt like hours, losing track of time in the midst of my anguish. The tears kept flowing, my eyes damp and swollen as I released the pain etched deep within my heart.

The kind that made her own eyes sting just from hearing them. And then she felt it. She pulled back slightly and looked at his face. Blood. His tears were blood. Rita had heard of this, had read it once in one of the books in the library he let her use. Vampires didn’t cry often. It took something enormous to make them cry. A heartbreak so heavy it pushed past their centuries of numbness. And when they did, they wept blood. She swallowed, her throat tight as she wiped his face with the towel still in her hand. Her palm came away red.

he whispers, gently rubbing my back. I shake my head. “Laurel, there is a sacredness in tears, they are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than a thousand prayer recitals. Your tears, they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” He pulls back and brushes away the wet strands of hair that are now plastered on my face. “You can cry.” And I do. The dam that had held my tears, grief, bitterness and anger in check finally burst and I let out an ear-piercing scream; a scream that curses at the Moon Goddess for taking away the man I love, for being so relentlessly cruel and unfair.

“How could she be dead? It was just medicine texts. Aithne went through them loads of times and nothing ever happened…” But I wouldn’t answer him anymore. Once upon a time, I would have wiped away his tears. But now, I could no longer touch them. And I didn’t want to, either. His tears had come far too late. Several elders flew over in no time. By then, Parents were crying so hard that they couldn't breathe properly—Mother had even fainted. The head priestess saw the scene and her face twisted with shock and blazing fury. Only Aithne stood to the side, fists clenched, her expression truly terrifying.

Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her eyes. Marcel stared at her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her tightly into his arms. "I never wanted things to end up like this. I really didn't..." Tears streamed down his face. Clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, I fled as though I were the one who'd done something wrong. The wind roared in my ears, trying to drown everything out, but only I knew just how deafening the pain in my heart truly was. I kept running and running, until the emptiness in my stomach twisted into unbearable cramps under the weight of my emotions.

- she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks. Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized closely what it was - a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of the captor. From the beginning Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it's not his face she wanted to see. If it would be someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would be able to hurt her.

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

I had now completely transformed into a wolf. With swift movements, I ran to all sides. Attacking all the warriors who charged towards me in unison. The sounds of battle and the smell of blood filled in the air. My eyes, which glowing a menacing yellow that pierced through any warrior’s soul, began to stare wide-eyed. Sharpening every snapping of my teeth that were ready to tear through anything. The remaining wolf warriors snarled again. Their wide-open eyes full of rage and sharp teeth filled with spittle, began to show their anger.