Blood Sweat And Tears Lyrics Arcane Novels & Stories

His tears burst out and he just don’t care about it. The king slowly restraining himself when he realized that it is his son who’s sitting beside on his bed. “K-Keiy . . . Keiynan? I’m so sorry. I’m begging you, kill me now. I don’t want to suffer from this evilness inside me. The darkness . . . the hunger inside me is growing every single minute and I don’t like it as much as you do.” King Aqua is trying to stop himself from transitioning again. His growls and teeth are clashing against his own will. “But I want you to stay with me. I don’t want to let you go. You are the only one I got. Please don’t make me do it.” Keiynan’s tears are flowing, and he don’t think of stopping it.

I pressed my lips tightly against each other as I covered my mouth, trying to fight back the tears. How on earth was I supposed to fight this? Especially, in the condition that I was. “You heard me. If you want even a drop of my blood or even a single strand of my hair, you’re going to have to fight me for it.” It said and I swallowed as I moved back while on the rocks. It took a step closer to me and I swallowed as weakly, in the most pain, I staggered to land on my feet as I stared at it, tears streaming down my cheeks as I recalled the condition Alaric had been in when I had left the clan.

Each word was marked by the hot sting of tears cascading down, a river of sorrow pierced with bitter anger, as I crumpled beneath the weight of my own pain. Pierced by an imaginary dagger, agony nestled through my chest, a wound far deeper than flesh, searing into my very being. "Brock! Help! Help me get rid of this pain!" The cry tore from my lips, a desperate summons yelled from my sorrow. My hands, frantic, pounded against the frigid, snow-covered ground beneath me, as if trying to beat back the relentless tears. Even the witches, creators of chaos, had tear-streaked faces, showing regret for their wrongs. Could tears forgive their sins?

I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames.

I wiped it, but my fingers came back gold. Not tears. Just blood. My ichor. I didn't have tears left anyway.

Every pαrt of me hurt. All the blood in my veins felt like it wαs leαving my body‚ αnd not through the tubes αnymore. My vision wαs fαding‚ my body trembling uncontrollαbly. It wαs like every ounce of αnger‚ pαin‚ αnd despαir inside me turned into something shαrp‚ stαbbing through my chest. I didn’t even reαlize I wαs crying until I felt the teαrs on my lips. “Give her bαck to me‚” I whispered weαkly. “Give Aurorα bαck to me…”

“That’s why I left and run away from the problem so that my children wouldn’t be involved, but I didn’t expect everything to become much more messed up when I returned.” “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, and I’m sorry, if it hadn’t been for me, my parents wouldn’t be fighting, and I’m sorry if I was so selfish!” I apologized. They hugged me instead of being mad. “Oh, my god! Don’t cry! Gosh!” Ara panicked as I cried in front of them. “I didn't know you were going through it. I’m going to kill that person!” While smiling at them, I wiped my tears away. “Anyway, I'm feeling better,”

"Our story binds us Like right and wrong Your hand in mine Marching to the beat of the stars" My tears forming behind my eyelids faster and then rapidly falls over my cheeks the next second. I bent my head down low and my tears blurring my vision as I listen to the song with this pain inside my heart. I shake my head and told myself that I was gonna get through this and that I've been through this shit before but it still hurts like it was just yesterday. "And we walk together into the light And my love will be your armor tonight We are lionhearts" I weep silently and my breathing begins to grow faster. I wipe my tears from eyes but it builds up again the next second. I was now breathlessly

The tears, once foreign and strange, now flowed freely, washing away the facade of invulnerability, exposing the rawness of his emotional landscape. He would not deny himself this catharsis any longer. The tears were not a sign of weakness, but rather a testament to his humanity. They were a reminder that even in a world of gears and calculations, the capacity for love, loss, and longing remained. And so, he let them fall, his emotions pouring forth like a torrential rain, cleansing his metallic shell and nourishing his fragile spirit.

Everyone is gloomy and sad, a melancholic atmosphere prevailing in the arena just like it should but I still can't feel the agony, I still can't shed a tear, I don't feel sad. It comes to me as a surprise to see that Gabriel is also crying. I've always seen him as an angry young man who is tough and buff, who is ready to throw hands every now and then. Well, shame on them who say only the weakest cries while I find no tears at the corner of my eyes or maybe I'm not that weak as I think. "How long will it take? It's getting boring!" Scarlet exclaims, wetting her fingers on her tongue and then putting them under her eye to make it look like she is crying actual tears.