Demon Slayer Crying Novels & Stories

She felt devastated because she had been humiliated in public by the four alphas she considered damned. Her cheeks were wet with her own tears, and her face was now swollen, showing how deep the pain she felt was. Her eyes were swollen from the tears that never stopped, reflecting the overwhelming sadness and anger. In that loneliness and pain, Emily felt isolated, as if no one could understand the burden she was carrying. Shame and loss gnawed at her heart, making her feel even more depressed in the emotional darkness that enveloped her. As Emily cried, covering her entire face with her hands, suddenly someone patted her shoulder from behind. The surprise made her jump. She was momentarily

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.

Not him, please. “It’s Zorien.” I burst into painful cries, getting hugged into consoling arms as my body breaks into uncontrollable tremors. Why does it have to be him? A Demon I’m coming to see in a fairer light? I feel so devastated to have such a terrible thing told to me. It hurts so much for some strange reason, and I can’t tell why I’m giving in to an urge to cry. I turn my head to Kitra, blinking the blurry sheet from my eyes to see her with a hurt look. She says in a weak voice, “I’m sorry, Himari”.

Amber was stunned to hear this and Demon's possessiveness was at a different level, if he had had his way he would have set the whole world on fire. Amber was feeling scared because the demon was slowly gaining its place in her heart. Amber shouted, "Please demon, drive slowly." Seeing Amber crying, the demon immediately stopped the car and hit the steering wheel angrily. Demon couldn't bear to see Amber crying like this and he asked about Amber's tears and said, "Why do you always cry, I feel very irritated when I see tears in your eyes." Demon started taking deep breaths to calm himself and Amber asked him "Why? Mere crying makes you feel so bad, I'm nothing more than a private stripper ju

Sobs. Vaelor crossed the space in three steps, pushing the door open without hesitation. Lirian sat on the edge of the sunken bath, face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking. His ash-blond hair, usually tied in a neat bun for the lab or formal occasions, hung loose and damp around his shoulders, strands clinging to his tear-streaked cheeks like golden threads in rain. His full, small lips were swollen from biting them in a futile attempt to stifle the cries, his face red and blotchy, eyes puffy from the onslaught. The sight hit Vaelor like a gut punch, pulling at the stoic alien prince’s heart in ways he hadn’t known possible, a visceral tug that made his chest ache. This human, so small a