Death Tear Novels & Stories

I say, limping off before either of them can follow. “Forget that,” Caleb says, rushing to my side. “Why won’t you tell me what you are trying to keep us from,” “Caleb, I need you to trust me…” I start but Caleb stops and his eyes turn angry. I turn and see it. Different from what I feared, but equally disturbing and heart-wrenching. A framed photo of post-mortem posed Alpha and Luna. My alpha and Luna. Alpha holds his head in his hands on his chest and Luna, with her eyes, white and bloody dress, lays next to him, her head tilted so the wound that took her life is on full display.

He was crying but finally looking at her. "What happened Damien?" He didnt say anything but he cried more. Silently. She didn't even think he was breathing. It was as if he was trying to hold his breath to hold in his tears. "Oh you found- what the fuck?" Jonathan gasped in shock. Ashleigh looked at Jonathan, "Please, make all this disappear?" "Sure." Ashleigh watched Damien stare at the floor as Jonathan got rid of the pills and the blade and all of their companions. When Jonathan left to put away the stuff she spoke.

Now, life has dealt with him severely to rent his confidence apart. He looked at the pictures of his late parents decorating the parlor wall, and depression made him shed uncontrollable tears. He remembered all those treasured moments he shared with them. Sometimes, he would smile and still cry afterwards. He was consoled by the people around him, including his friends from college. It was a huge blow on him. He knew he had to find the killer that filled his cup with sorrows.

“And it all started with my dad.” I can feel Alec’s gaze on me, but I can’t look straight at him. “What happened?” he asks. “He died in a car accident.” I twist my fingers in my lap. “It was only weeks ago.” And yet, it simultaneously feels like a day and a lifetime. “I’m so sorry.” Alec wraps an arm around me. “I never knew your father. But if he was anything like you, he was a great man.” “He was,” I say with a smile. “He was the best.”

It was then that the countdown reached the final ten seconds. [Time Remaining Until Death: 10, 9, 8…] I collapsed onto the carpet beside the couch as a stabbing agony ripped through my organs like a dozen blades cutting through them. I curled up from the pain and coughed up a mouthful of necrotic blood, instantly staining the pure white rug Samuel loved. [3, 2, 1. Destruction protocol executed.] I could feel an irresistible, violent force ripping my soul from my body the moment the system's mechanical voice dropped. Following the agonizing pain, my consciousness plunged into infinite darkness, and my soul completely vanished.

She was overjoyed that Clara was back in the land of the living, but she couldn't deny that she didn't want Damian to die. She could no longer hear his thoughts. He was gone forever. "Where is Damian?" Clara asked, a smile on her face, but their sad expressions and shaking heads revealed the truth. Clara turned to the other side of the bed to see Vivian weeping over a pile of ashes, and she knew what that meant. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Damian... Father," she wept. Even the sky wept for the Great Hybrid, also known as Death. A deluge fell upon the earth, as a great and powerful being had departed from the world.

When he finally reached the garden, nothing remained. Dread knelt before the white flower on the ground, his tears falling onto the petals. “You forgot to take me with you,” he whispered, the sorrow in his voice like a prayer. His tears soaked into one of the petals as he spoke again, “In life or death...Dread will always be with Petal.” In that moment, he disappeared into the tear drop on the petal, sacrificing himself to bring her back under heaven’s gaze. That tear remained on the Petal, a silent promise that endured for nine hundred years.

Turned out Lord Draven could only find peace in death. Tears welled up in River's eyes. Grief and rage churned in her gut. Lord Draven, who had come to help them, was gone, reduced to ashes by a child. Who knew a little child like Leo could be the end of a man as great as Lord Draven? It was a lot to take in. River’s mouth was agape and eyes widened in horrification. She could literally hear her heart beating fast in her ears, and the noises of the battle faded into the distance. Right here and now, she had seen Tara killed by Lord Draven, and the latter killed by little Leo.

“We don’t have seven days. We have five. Maybe four.” Four days until blood kills. Four days until I have to choose who dies first for real. I press my bleeding arm to Theo’s chest. His blood mixes with mine. The bond sparks. I don’t get a death-memory. I get a future. Theo, dead in my arms. Day 16. Real this time. No reboot. Arrow through his heart. Draevor’s crest on the shaft. I jerk back. Theo’s hand finds mine again. “Saw that, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “Now you know. First real death is mine.”

] [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 10 seconds… 9… 8…] Dean looked at me. There was no more pain in his eyes, only a gentle calm. “Sophia, I’m sorry.” That was the last thing he ever said. [3… 2… 1…] [Host’s vitality has fully depleted. Soul is disintegrating. Initiate complete erasure from this world.] With that, Dean’s body burst into countless light particles and scattered into the air. The man I had once loved with all my heart and hated with all my soul was gone. Everything between us finally came to an end.