Deku Cries Novels & Stories

“Don’t cry for me; to hurt is part of being alive.” “I don’t think that saying refers to heartache,” Princess Freda said through sobs. “If you ever are so unfortunate to lose a claimed mate then you will know that the saying is suited for the situation I find myself in,” Prince Deacon said, giving her his handkerchief so that she could dry her tears. “Tell me about this council?” Princess Freda asked once her tears has dried up. Prince Deacon told her about the council, how it came to be, and all about his pack and his place at the council.

His brows furrowed as he scrutinized me. He had likely long forgotten what I had looked like the last time I miscarried. Now, he too thought I was faking it. Vanessa stepped forward first, her expression filled with disgust. "OMG, did you just pee yourself?” she gasped. She raised her voice deliberately, ensuring everyone’s attention shifted to my legs. A crushing wave of humiliation swallowed me, choking the air from my lungs. Instinctively, I turned to Lucas again. "Lucas, please… help me. My stomach—it hurts so much," I pleaded.

My eyes looked everywhere but at his face, and I felt my heart race at the simple movement. “You ended up becoming my uncle's toy. You've got people who want to kill you by all means, and now you're in the grasp of the most selfish and greedy man.” He shook his head and brought his face closer to mine as if he meant to sniff it. “You're pathetic.” As my eyes widened, he straightened himself and brushed his hair back with his fingers before turning to walk away. “Breathe, Little thing. You'll need lots of air to survive.” Deklan said as he threw his bag over his shoulder again and disappeared into thin air.

I could no longer control myself, as I cried uncontrollably. "Get out of my house," Declan snapped at the elders and the room went silent for a while. "Get the fuck out of my damn house if you have nothing better to say!" He yelled out this time, and they stood up immediately leaving only him behind. I continued to cry while holding my chest, as I felt disgusted at myself. It felt as if there was no place for me in this world, and all I could do was cry. Declan stood beside the curtain for a while, watching my every move before he bent down to my level.

With that harsh realization, emotion rattled in his chest, exploded inside him. Damn, he hated this shit, but he couldn’t stop it. The sting of tears attacked his eyes with the subtlety of an ice pick. Then they were falling and wouldn’t stop. Deke drew in great big lungfuls of air, trying to get on top of the tears and shove them back inside. But his breath stuttered as he tried to inhale. He closed his eyes as liquid heat poured down his face and he gripped Kimber’s hand in his.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

Doubling over, I scream, my arms crossed in front of me as I try to keep my chest together. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME!” I shout, my hands becoming transparent. “I don’t know,” Deklaan’s eyes are wide. “I’ve never seen….” His words are lost to my shrieks as I pull my arms in even tighter, trying to hold my chest together. But the pain doesn’t end. It grows worse and worse, tearing me apart… _____________________ “Primus.” The pain is gone, but so is everything else as I fall again–not through the air or into the water like last time, but into the never-ending darkness of the void.

I have nowhere to go, any more aside from this world. “Just keep doing what Themedeus wants you to do. Don't worry about me, Denver, I can handle the pain. If you want sharks to prove yourself to me, don't hold back and give all of your best to hurt me, okay? “ I did all my best to assure him. He stopped crying and stood up while wiping away the remaining tears. “If that's what you want, Alpha Crystal,” the seriousness returned to his face as well. He looked at the whip he was holding and seemed to be hesitant about what to do.

Freya screamed again—not in power, but in terror. Kade’s laugh echoed over the cliffs. And then, Everything went black.

"I, Alba Marie Crane, High priestess of Ketria, reject Marko Ninkovich Ivanov, my mate and-" The pain tearing through my head discolours my vision, but I carry on. "Partner." "I, Marko Ninkovich Ivanov, as the Lycan of Ketria, accept your rejection." "I, Al-" My vision leaves me, and I can no longer see the card before me. Then again, the tears kept me from seeing the words anyway. The ripping in my chest prevents air from reaching my lungs, and the sharpness of the stabbing pain threatens to kill me, so I hasten my words.