Deku Cries Novels & Stories

She falls to her knees, her sobs echoing in the desolate chamber. Meagia crying out with her head shoved into her knees as she blabbers. “They all used me! Every single one of them!” Her voice reverberates in the confined space, a heart-wrenching cry of anguish. Meagia's mind races through the painful memories of her past.

“You will find, Bär, that tears are a weapon. Your mother and sister never used them, they are above such things. But most she-wolves are not. I have known Ada for her whole life, she is not above tears. And your holding her right now is playing right into her hands.” “I’m not holding her,” Bär rolls his eyes. “I am comforting a crying female.” Caleb looks at Ada who has her head on Bär’s chest. “Stay just like that,” Caleb takes a picture with is phone and sends it to Duke. “Let’s see how her mate feels about the position.” He barely got the words out before Duke barreled into the office. “What happened? Why is my mate crying?” Duke accepts Ada to his side as Bär releases her.

Its blood caught my face, Alpha Deucalion was raging with anger after hearing the true death of his parents. I cried as I saw him shredding the flesh as if he was insane. "Stop it! stop!" I shouted in tears, begging him to. He was scaring me. He shifted into his human form and fell to his knees. His head raised and he howled again hurt. I breathe heavily, terrified. I catch him before he fell to the ground. His eyes closed as his head rested in my lap. His entire naked body was covered in blood.

"That journey shall be too perilous, though the path is the shortest." "What are the Drekavac?" this time Ruslan asked. "Drekavac, or the screamers. They are furry canine human-like forest demons with a spindle-thin body and impossibly long claws. Horrible, horrible creatures, those Drekavac, I tell you," said the owl. "Our time is running out," the princess said. "The solstice is getting nearer and we can't linger anymore."

Aztec didn't know what he was looking for but one thing he was certain about, was that he wasn't going to give up this time. "Come on Aztec, we need to get you out of here,” Rodrigo said to his alpha who was just staring at his best friend dejectedly. Rodrigo had been running the pack with Scarlet, and technically everything else that needed the alpha’s approval. The man had sunk into depression, found his way out, only to sink into it deeper. "But I need to—” Aztec said as he looked around like he was looking for someone. He was desperate and didn’t care that the whole world was watching him screw himself over.

she implored and was getting even more miserable since the one she is begging not to leave, left already. She stayed there on the floor, witnessing the sun rises for a new tomorrow. Her tears never left her until the morning comes and her voice started to dry out. She cannot cry anymore after hours of outbursts. Those times she lent for herself to release are enough and it's now time to face the world outside, to face the person who caused her destruction.

But it was too late now, the deed was done, and he couldn't take it back. As he lay there, crying, he thought of Aurora and the love he had for her. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, of losing everything they had together. He knew he had to make it right, somehow, but he didn't know how. All he could do was lie there, crying, hoping for some kind of miracle to save him from his plight. He suddenly stopped. Derek knew that he couldn't afford to be seen crying or show any signs of vulnerability. He wiped his tears away and took a few deep breaths to compose himself. He looked in the mirror to make sure his eyes weren't puffy and his face wasn't red.

kaya made a run for it straight through the front door and into the deep forests, she ran as fast as she could and as much as she could till she reached a cliff, panting she looked over the edge, as she cried out for the loss of her parents, the loss of having a child, and the loss of all that she believed in, and it was late into the evening that a howl was heard, it was so strong, so raw, the entire pack if not heard it- felt it in their hearts, through the bond that connected all of them, it was the cry of a broken wolf, a mourning wolf calling out for help, it was so strong that it sent Dante to his knees, he was in the middle of a pack meeting with the warriors and the superiors of the

Now I need to survive the pain alone. As I enter the packhouse silence welcomes me and thoughts of Cronus's laughter drowns me sparking more tears. I will definitely miss him. I don't wish to be alone. This place doesn't have any warmth to provide for me, Cronus did that. He was the friend that showered me with kindness. But everything vanishes when Deimos strolls down the stairs and stands in front of me watching my tears flow. "Why must you cry, mate?" He asks me gently.

“Humans. Always so dramatic. You could just let the Mother sing again. One cry. Your problem’s solved.” “No.” Draven and I say it together. We look at each other. For a second, it’s just us. Mate to Mate. The rest of the world falls away. Then Cael starts crying. Real crying. Baby crying. Scared, tired, overwhelmed. The six Others drop instantly. Hands over their ears. Wrath grunts and takes a knee, Clay clutched to his chest. “Make him stop,” Wrath grits out. “First Blood grief calls the deep roots. If he keeps going—”