Demon Slayer Crying Novels & Stories

My heart was racing in fear and excitement as his cold hands dug into my arms, drawing a wince out of me. “I want you to keep testing me so I can keep evolving with different ways I could make you pay for your wrongs.” A sob escaped my throat then, my chest unable to carry the overwhelming emotions again, and I managed to bite it back. But my eyes betrayed me instead, spilling my tears in their streams down my cheeks. Damon stepped back from me in shock, tearing his hands away from my arms like they had just been burned. “What’s wrong?” He queried, looking clueless as fuck. “Why are you crying all of a sudden? Is it something I said?”

This was Hell. I curled up on the ground and cried. I had never sobbed so hard. I felt the cool fingers of the demon slide over the Mark, and I didn’t even move. “I win, Luna,” the demon said and laughed and laughed and laughed.

“I’m sorry.” Downstairs, Melody sat at the dining table. Tears continuously stream down her face, "Why the tears, Mel?" Mateo’s demonic voice echoed in the darkroom as Melody's breath hitched before she forcefully swallowed, "I'm so used to seeing positive Melody, the woman who wants everyone to be happy, especially when some of us need nothing more than misery and pain," he said as his shadow drew closer and closer causing goosebumps to raise on her arms as she slightly shook.

I don’t know what to do anymore…' My hands went to my chest as I clutched my cloth while tears trickled down my face. I was trying to be tough, but beneath the facade of being a demon, I am just a girl hurting for the way life was throwing things my way. I just wanted to be free to love Adan. Was I asking too much? My body shook as I cried my heart out. I let my emotions flood out of me, but I stifled the sound of my cries because I didn’t want to wake him up. I didn’t want him to see me like this.

The feeling that the Demon Lord felt, this was the second time he felt sorrow after seeing Randy's body shattered into pieces. He cried when Nara was dying, the blood was flowing profusely with the pain. Asmodeus doesn't know why he feels so sad seeing Nara like he is now.

Tears stream down his face, evidence of the genuine anguish that consumes him. "Asher, please don't do this to her. I can't bear to see her heartbroken again because of me," Damon pleads, his voice choked with emotion. In this moment, the walls that separated the brothers begin to crumble, revealing a flicker of genuine remorse and the depths of Damon's love for Kylie. The raw vulnerability in his tear-filled eyes is a testament to the complexity of their familial bond, and the shared burden they carry.

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

I feel the sad spirit of Jane, the human girl who lost everything to the wolves. "Get ready to catch her," Caedmon whispers to a guard, waiting for me to drop. "Why did you leave me alone in the dark?" I scream out loud. I drop to my knees hard. My shoulders shake back and forth. Big tears run out from under my mask and wet my face. I do not faint at all. I let out a loud, sad human cry that echoes in the room. "Look at her!" a Moon Bard Master whispers. "This is real pain!"

I yelled as I snagged her clothes instead. She didn't say anything, but I was taken by surprise when she forcibly removed my hands away from her clothes and shoved me forward. I was only a few inches away from her now, and I was just about to run back to her when a smoldering item from the ceiling dropped to the ground, isolating us permanently. "MOMMY!!!" I broke down sobbing as I reached out my hand, as if trying to reach her. I've seen my mother crying through my tear-streaked and blurry vision.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."