Demon Slayer Crying Novels & Stories

If I hadn't braced myself, I might have been seriously injured. The sting the slap left in its wake brought tears to my eyes as I fought to stay upright. “I'm only going to ask one more time,” Damon growled, his eyes blazing with fury. “What did you do to Penelope?” “Nothing,” I yelled, my voice shaking. “I fucking did nothing to your mistress,” I replied, tears streaming down my face, my cheek still stinging from the force of his slap. “Then why did she call me crying so much?” Damon demanded, his voice sharp with accusation.

The scene made her almost lose her balance as her head spun, and her knees weakened seeing body parts of people that were alive some minutes ago. The blood still pumping from one’s throat serving as evidence “What are you doing here”. He asks calmly, and nonchalantly, like he wasn’t the one who just killed several men, but his calm tone had some anger behind it. “Sorry, I just thought something happened to you”. She said as she spun on her heels and ran back to her room. Tears brimming down her face, as she cursed herself for crying. “It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve seen him tear people apart. Why in the world am I crying?!” She yells at herself for being so stupid and feeling disappo

The memories of his screams were still too raw, reliving the blinding pain, another form of never-ending torture. Breaking down in front of Demetri...he shuddered at the thought and wrapped his arms tightly around his body even as he felt moisture in his eyes and knew he was going to cry again. He never cried and yet now, he found tears only a moment away far too often and it was a struggle to keep them at bay. He was an Elder, a formidable vampire and now he wept like a baby reliving the experiences of the last few days over and over as if watching a movie looping endlessly.

Crying was always a good way to cleanse, but she was crying for more than that too. Outside the door Jormungand stood in the hall watching. He was leaning against the wall thinking. He could see her in the mirror. She was crying, he could see it even if he couldn’t hear it. His gaze moved over her as she stripped, a little easier now to look at her. Verses a demon removing what she was wearing. She was appealing to the eye, but he just watched her. He wasn’t going to do anything to or with her.

Aura screams. Her petite figure runs off, her feet barely touching the ground. Tears cascade down her cheeks, glistening in the fading light. Her usually graceful movements are now frantic, as if escaping a demon. Perhaps I've hurt her more than any demon ever could. Her bun looses and long full hair streams behind her like a golden banner, whipping back and forth with each urgent step. I watch, frozen, as she vanishes into the shadows. My hand rises, reaching out, but soon falls limp.

She’s with me. “C-Callum?” she whimpers, her body trembling violently as if the world itself is shaking beneath her. Tears stream down her cheeks, carving trails down her pale, panic-stricken face. “I’m sorry,” she cries, her voice broken and raw. “I didn’t mean to freak out. I just...I thought I was back there...I-I saw him.” Her sobs wrack her entire body, and my heart shatters into a million pieces.

The back of her nose tingles and soon tears of joy swarmed her eyes. Her chin wobbled and her lips quivered. The three of them froze thinking that they did something wrong. "Angel. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Damon asked as he cupped her chin and made her look up at him. Riley tried to brush the tears with her fingers from the waterline of her eyes because she didn't want to get her makeup ruined but her tears won't listen.

Lay in shards and pieces against Demetrius' clothes and head. "You bastard!" I could feel the regret, pool in my stomach as tears filled my eyes. His eyes turned from his usual stormy grey to a dark red, with brown rings around his pupils. I couldn't say anything, my mouth wouldn't open and let out a sound. I just wanted to scream and cry, but I had to be strong. I turned on my heels leaving a huffing alpha behind me.

The demon was growling and grunting, trying to free himself. Big fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he cried out. When he didn't answer Megara panicked even more, thinking she pushed him too hard and he ended up hurting himself but she also knew he wouldn't cry for such a thing. He doesn't cry when he is in pain at all. She had never seen him crying like this no matter what. She panicked thinking about the worst scenarios that occurred in just a minute with him. Her breathing was heavy as she grabbed his arms and kept staring at him with eyes barely open.

Regretting that once it came out the only things I could do was grunt and groan as she sliced from my ankle to my thighs. Clenching my jaw to keep from making a sound. Pain is an old friend. “I’m gorgeous” she says and makes in identical slice right next to the first one. “I won’t ask why u killed him, it’s obvious I guess.” “Great.” 20 minutes later sweats sticks my clothes to my body and I’m breathing heavy both my legs are cut to ribbons and this fucking demons rain is making it impossible to heal. I’m bored. And I’m starting to get angry. The bed is so full of blood I’m acutely curious on how she plans to clean all this up.