Alucard Crying Novels & Stories

Alpha Logan, or Ex-Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, is Damon's father. My eyes widened in shock, but the pain washed them away quickly. I can't bear to be in the same room as Damon and Rose, his wife. I gave him a quick apology, "sorry," and dashed out of the room with tears, threatening to brust out any moment now. I forced them back and closed the door without looking at any of them, even though I could feel all of their eyes boring down at me. I walk to the side, letting the tears flow down, giving up my control to let the emotions flow.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

I slowly knelt before the Moonstone. Carlo placed his hand on my head and began to chant the ancient words. Each one burned into my soul like a brand. I felt a tearing pain spread from my heart throughout my body, as if someone was skinning me alive. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound. "I, Alpha Carlo, in the name of the Shadowmoon pack, sever all your ties to this land and this pack. You are no longer one of us, no longer under our protection, no longer share our hunts. You are an outcast, a nameless one."

I asked all at once, while grabbing the collar of his shirt. Marcus didn't even flinch, he just stood before me with his head bowed either out of sadness or disappointment. I released his collar, and took some steps backwards for him to speak. I couldn't even stay in one position, so I started pacing around again, waiting for him to say something. "Answer me!" I yelled out of anger. Marcus raised his head and that was when I really saw his eyes again. They were red, he had been crying. "Lucinda and I...we went to a cafe, had some desserts and I excused myself to take a call, when..." He trailed off and wiped the tear that escaped his right eye.

“Why are you acting like this?” Lucas sighed and stepped back. “I'm sorry,” he apologized to Asher. “I don't need your apology, Lucas. I need your reason and she's the one that needs the apology.” “I just thought she looked familiar,” mumbled Lucas. “Familiar?” Freya asked, frowning. “But I'm wrong. Forgive me, my Alpha.” He turned to Scarlett. “I have been mistaken. Forgive me. But…” he paused, as his narrowing on Scarlett. “Doesn't she look like someone we know? The dead werewolf girl.”

It was then a knock sounded on the cabin door. Alaric stood outside, his expression furious as he pounded on the door. "Clara, get out here! Elena is so upset by you and your child that she needs to take her herbal medicine again! How did you even raise your child? Stop acting! Open the door!" No one responded to him, which only fueled his anger. He immediately shifted into his wolf form and burst through the door. When he saw his daughter lying motionless on the floor, his expression tensed.

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.”

That was what he thought while looking at Jaden who was cuter and more beautiful than any woman Alucard had ever dated. His wolf was growling inside Alucard's mind to make him take Jaden in his arms again but Alucard looked away ignoring that urge to hug him, he was going to talk to Alice and explain she was wrong but when he looked at her she was crying. "I... I know that you hate me so much... but... doing this is too much"

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”

He looks like they are about to do something very crazy. I'm fidgeting and glancing around. "What...what...what the fuck..." I couldn't help the vibration. I shudder. "Please, tell me what's happening. Am I..." Tears start to roll down my eyes. Oh, goodness. Please let it not be what I'm thinking even though it very much looks like it. Alaric, on the hand, carries no emotion in his face as he joins his brother. Then came the howl again, this time closer. Fuck!