Demon Slayer Crying Novels & Stories

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

Then, when she sees me, hovering over her, her eyes open fully and she tried to move away but her body says otherwise. "Please, do not." I beg with a teary eyed facial expression. If I am a Vampire who can cry, I would have by what happened within a space of minutes, but I have lived to a stage that I have seen different horrors and no matter what, I can only be so devastated, but can't sob. It's crazy.

She burst into tears and started to cry loudly. “You let a slut suck your dick.” “Oh my God, don't start.” He replied and bent down, she placed her right hand on his head and her left hand on his shoulder. He took off her heels for her and stood back up. “I sucked that same dick Draven.” She cried. “Ugh.” Draven rolled his eyes and pulled her gently under the shower. “Did she do it better than me?” She cried and Draven noticed her eyes were starting to get swollen and red. She is crying too much.

“Why are you crying? Demons aren’t supposed to cry. Are you a succubus? I’ve never encountered a succubus before.” I shook my head. “Oh God, I’ve cracked, I’ve really cracked! This is because I caught that guy on fire. I didn’t mean to! He attacked me, and it just happened!” The tears were rolling freely down my cheeks now. “What guy?” he asked, crouching down in front of me, his hands sliding down from my arms to my wrists.

“Delilah…f*ck…why would you…? You f*cking slut…!” He picked her up, looking into those wide and fearful brown eyes as something wet slid down his obsidian ones. What was this…? Was he crying…? He hadn't cried in years… This…it reminded him of that day…that day his mother had killed herself right in front of him…and it was…it was f*cking horrible…! |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

The idea that she was no longer there. “She died?” Fenrir murmured, his voice filled with as much disbelief as mine. He couldn’t name what we were feeling. He couldn’t comprehend the magnitude of the pain. “Did they kill her?” My body trembled at his words, but I couldn’t form any response. With every second, the sensation of being pulled into the void grew stronger. I looked toward the waterfall, the water falling endlessly, and something hot rolled down my face. I wiped it with the back of my hand, but when I looked, I realized it. Furthermore, I was… crying? Me, Daimon, the imposing alpha, the fearless monster, crying for her? For our little one?

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .

I take a deep breath, pushing my pain and exhaustion aside, walk back out to Silas, and place the water on the nightstand as I sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” I say, sniffling as I fight back tears. Silas looks at me, his eyes widening in disbelief, “Are…are you crying?” “No,” I deny feebly, wiping my eyes on my arm. Silas yanks me down into his arms, holding me to his chest, “Why is my Dahlia crying?” he gently asks as he softly strokes my hair. “I was so scared I’d killed you,” I sob as I cling to him.

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.

Her hair was matted and tangled, Her lips are split and bloody, she had dried blood at the sides of her lips and Jaxon looked up at Damon. Serena’s eyes started to glisten with tears and Jaxon glared at Damon as she started to cry. Tears were streaming down her face. Her body shook as she sobbed uncontrollably, her cries pierced the air like a knife, cutting through the silence and shattering the peace of the house. Jaxon didn’t know what to do as she cried, he felt helpless, he didn’t know how to console her. He angrily glared at Damon. He wondered why he had allowed his men to hurt her.