Alucard Crying Novels & Stories

She has already been through so much since the death of her mother, I do not want her to suffer anymore. "Richard, are you crying?" Alpha Victor chokes out a bitter laugh. I did not even realize that the tears already started to flow down my cheeks. My hands hastily reach for my cheek and I wipe the tears off my eyes. Not even my tears can make Alpha Victor sympathise with him, he is a psychotic man with no feelings for anyone else, he only cares about himself.

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.

He smiled at me, so I smiled back. “Shall we start now?” A member of the council asked. Everyone nodded, “Okay then, shall we proceed? May I call Mr. Victor Craine to go in front?” My father stood up. He looked at me and nodded. After a few hours of debating, I was furious about the result. How could they do this to my father? He loses his wife. How can someone be this cruel? “Mr. Craine, the beta of Lycan kingdom, was proven guilty. The Lycan King will give his punishment now,” I stood up. I was about to protest, but my father looked at me seriously and shook his head.

I waited, hoping he’d stop me, apologize, ask me to stay. Instead, his voice was cold and final. “I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack. I accept your rejection and never want to see you near me or my pack again. From this moment, you are nothing to me.” Almost immediately, a gush of pain washed over me, and my legs gave way. For a brief second, I thought he might catch me. But he didn’t move. I clung to the edge of the desk, using it to steady myself as tears streamed down my face. Without another word, I turned and ran, each step heavier than the last.

“But you’d rather fuck the bastard son of a traitor?” Another slap. This one across my jaw. My neck twisted so hard I tasted blood again. My head was spinning. I couldn’t even focus on his face anymore… just fists and rage. I wouldn’t scream because no one would save me. Even though Lucian was across the door. I doubt he'd hear me because of Darius' dubious movements at the border. My lips trembled as I blinked up at him through one bloodshot eye. I didn’t even know that I had started crying until I felt it—sticky and warm sliding into the cuts on my cheek. It hurt. My body was starting to throb without a means of healing… my wolf wasn't in. My mouth hung open but no sound came out.

"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

We ascend the stairs. My head starts hurting me out of nowhere. I clutch my head tightly as if to stop the throbbing ache. Visions of lunar storms, destruction of celestial bodies and werewolves plague my mind's eye. I scream as I fall on the floor, convulsing and rolling down the stairs. What is happening to me? I haven't turned eighteen yet; it's still three fucking months until my eighteenth birthday. "What is wrong with you? Are you okay?" Jessica's voice sounds so distant, like she is in a faraway world or another time. "Your skin is turning blue!" She shrieks in fear.

Keith's voice was hoarse and broken. It sounded like his vocal cords were tearing apart. "Juliet, get up. Get up and yell at me. "Isn't that what you do best? Didn't you always say I was a jerk? Get up and say it. "Get up." He collapsed on top of the scar. His shoulders trembled violently. There was no response. There would never be a response again. I floated behind him and watched him kneel there while crying like a child.

Maybe it was my imagination? My eyes flicked toward the golden specs illuminated by the sunlight. Each time a tiny particle bounced against my desk, I could hear it. What. The. Heck. There was an audible intake of breaths when I bounced up onto my feet, legs shaking. I half-stumbled toward Luca’s desk. “What did you do to me?” He blinked calmly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “This,” I cried out, lowering myself and tilting my neck toward his face, then pointing at my eyes.

Marcel saw it at the same time I did. He was upright instantly, every trace of softness gone. “What happened?” he demanded. His voice was no longer warm. It was Alpha. Controlled. Dangerous. Luna Isobel lifted her chin slightly, her eyes meeting mine for just a second before she turned her attention to her son once more. “Elara got into an accident.” My stomach tightened. “She is bleeding, and the pack doctors are taking care of her.” “What kind of accident?” Marcel asked, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “What happened exactly?”