Alucard Cries Novels & Stories

He had seen his brother like this vulnerable and broken but not to this extent. Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the pain was too much. His shoulders began to shake, and for the first time in years, he couldn’t hold back the tears. Mikhail watched, stunned, as Lucifer’s tough exterior shattered. He was crying—crying like a child, something Mikhail hadn’t seen since the day their parents died. “I don’t know how to fix this,” Lucifer whispered through his tears. “I don’t know how to make things right. I’ve lost everything.”

I made my way further, until I got to the inner garden. The smile on my face quickly faded as soon as my eyes glanced at the very thing I never wanted to see. I was shocked, my heart pounded loud against my chest. I couldn't even breathe, because breathing wasn't an option. I wanted to scream, but my lungs were too tight to scream, so I kept quiet. Tears clouded my eyes, slowly rolling down my cheeks as I stared at Alpha Rogan fucking another lady. And he wasn't taking it gently with her, the way he massages her breast, he has never done that to me.

That day she lost faith in both of her parents and she was exhausted to the greater extent that she fell to the floor and started to cry loudly because no one could help her escape this situation. She cried about her life and her destiny and she cried for her lover because soon she was going to be in the same packhouse as her lover. "look at the pathetic whore of a daughter of mine that is crying over the beta when she has her hands filled with alpha Zane". Her dad taunted her and made a disgusted face like the presence of Elena was making him feel dirty.

Eze demanded, having joined our defensive position with evident, focused urgency. Corvus hesitated, old conflict visible beneath his continued, guarded composure. "Then I don't yet know," he admitted honestly, unexpected vulnerability bleeding through his hardened, considerable resolve. "Vesper's words have troubled me considerably these past several days, Alpha Cross. I find myself genuinely uncertain regarding whatever path forward truly honors my beloved friend's devastating, considerable memory."

I had just 30 mins before my interview and yet I was a few miles away from his company. Two years ago, I didn’t have this life, I lived with my family at our pack house but when I turned 16 I met my mate who died after a short illness before my 17th birthday, the moon goddess gave me a second chances mate, the Alpha son Ryder but yet again fate played a cruel joke on me. He impregnated my sister and rejected me on the night of our mating ceremony and yes my family was on it and even tried to play the mad card on me when I reacted.

"Today, I'm holding a funeral for Stasia, and I'm live-streaming the whole thing. I want everyone to see the truth!" As the camera slowly panned, the funeral came into view for all the viewers. Emma began displaying the evidence I'd saved piece by piece. Chloe's vicious threatening messages flashed across the screen, each word dripping with chilling malice. Next came audio recordings of my family hurling abuse at me. The harsh voices made viewers cringe. My actual medical records were shown, clearly documenting the agony of Wolf Soul Deterioration in stark detail. Then came clips of me live-streaming to earn tips, forcing myself to smile through the pain while my pale face struggled to inter

When I get to the room, I take out my bag from the wardrobe and place it on the bed, and when I have to start packing, I don't know why, but I start getting emotional, and I just cry. I start crying for Accalia, for Arthur and Echo, and how they deserved a good family and how Accalia didn't deserve to die. I cry for all the dead werewolves and the mates they left behind. I sit on the bed, and I weep. The hairs on my neck begin to stand but I am oblivious to it.

Tears started running down on my face without me noticing it. “I-I’m so sorry Lucifer.. It’s my *sob* fault.. Maybe if *sob* I only stopped *sob* chasing you *sob* maybe you won’t fracture your leg.. *sob* I’m really really sorry Lucifer…” I began crying like a child in front of Lucifer. “TCH Could you just stop crying like a fucking child there? You’re crying when I’m the one who got injured because of you.” He said, irritated by me.

Thanks buddy. "Slow the fuck down, Cerillio.” While I let my blood drip out of the wound, he made to me. His eyes were frustrated in me. He knows that I was not that easily to persuade. “Don't be stupid, you can't scare me with your threats. You need to get me alive. It just means that stupid Alucard wants something from me. What could it be?" I teased him again. Grin at him with a choice I would like to offer to him.

I turned to see Alaric standing with his fist clenched and his veins being visible like they were about to pop out of his skin. His eyes were still glued on the man's lifeless body and one could tell he wished he could still kill the man ten thousand times. With tears still running down my eyes and my back still bent on the vanity, I completely broke down and cried more. I had no idea why I was crying even more even though I know nothing is going to happen to me anymore, or perhaps it was just the torture I went through and the way he had touched me and maybe I was glad I was finally saved.