Black Tears Meaning Novels & Stories

I shredded the iceroot Morpheus had sent me and threw that in the bin too. I was almost dead anyway. My things would only be an eyesore to them. Last was a picture of just Morpheus and me. I stared at it, blank, and then, without a second thought, binned it as well. After all that, it was as if every drop of strength had drained from my body. I collapsed onto the nest. A savage pain ripped through my belly. The coppery taste of blood rose in my throat. I coughed violently, spraying blood across the sheets in a great dark bloom.

Tears fall freely from Gamma Everly’s eyes as cold resignation seems to set in, a bitter look of iron certainty. “Am I destined to keep killing my mates?”

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

In that moment, I knew that my fate hung in the balance, and the choice I had made would shape the path ahead. As the tear rolled down my cheek, its shimmering presence illuminated by the soft, dim light of the room, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the sacrifices I was willing to make. It was a tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the lengths I was prepared to go with my plea, hanging in the air like a fragile thread, echoed through the silence.

His eyes are so close I can see the flecks of silver in the blue, the storm raging behind them that he's trying so hard to keep leashed. "Tell me you understand," he whispers. The tears blur my eyes, and I hate how pathetic I feel.

"Tjitfdio tmweqio fdreagk. Brachwed vjiton cdeunve." The whispers continued. Then suddenly, tears streamed from his tightly shut eyes. But they weren't ordinary tears. They weren't clear. Neither were they blood-red. Instead, they were thick and black, like corrupted blood, slowly staining his cheeks and dripping from his chin. "Ahhhhhhh!" a voice screamed. "Omirana... Omirana... Omirana... Omirana!" the old seer bellowed, his voice hoarse and ragged. "Ahhhhhhh! No... no... no!" the unseen voice cried again.

Blakely’s POV Tears rolled down my cheeks like a flowing river. I could’n’t stop it, and I saw how my tears made everyone panicked. My friends are asking me questions, trying to find out what’s wrong, while I cried my heart out while looking at Nik. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was also looking at me with worry in his eyes. He immediately crossed the distance between us, and cupped my cheeks, his thumb was gently wiping my tears away.

My once bright eyes were now wide and haunted; shadows of pain and rage could be seen lurking behind them. A month after my tragic wedding and the death of my friend, I appeared ghostly pale, and my vibrant spirit dimmed. The image of the man who caused me so much pain loomed in my mind, stirring deep-seated anger within me. Waves of conflicting emotions crashed over me, and I finally allowed a few tears to fall—just a trickle each day, but enough to remind me of my heartbreak.

Suddenly, I felt something warm on my cheeks. “Boss, you’re tearing. Why’s that?” one of my man asked me. I was tearing? Why? Why was I even tearing for Mr. Black? He was just no one to me and I hadn’t had any connections to him but why was I even shedding tears for him?

I wiped my tears and brushed his soft hair gently that made him cry even more. “B-Black… We need to heal ourselves again.” I whispered. “I was slowly forgetting it. There were times where I couldn’t feel my love for you anymore, but there were also times were it comes back. It was confusing sometimes.” He slowly lifted his head and met my eyes. I was slightly stunned to see how empty and sorrowful his grey eyes were, it was my first time to see it this way. His eyes would always shine bright and sparkle under the light yet today, it was dull and dark.