Romans & histoires Devil's Tears

That's the effect of her drugs and drips. "please Devon, I don't love you.. Don't hurt my lover " Beloveth said with a faint voice shedding tears She couldn't whimper, she felt her tears hot.. When you fall sick and you shed a tear, those hot tears are the ones dropping from Beloveth's eyelid... "so you get a lover the moment you step foot here " Devon asked burning in fury "I knew you love me, but I don't, I don't love you Devon, this is one sided love, such a relationship doesn't work out "Beloveth said breathing slowly with pain..

"Since y- you gave the order, my team and I worked day and night to find what might be harmful to I- Iris. We- We tried everything we laid out hands on, f- from sage to A- Achenaa, aloe vera, hibis-" "What. Do. You. Have. For. Me." Gustav gripped her shoulders tightly. "We found it." Gustav ripped his gaze from her and turned to me with a chuckle. He looked back at Zelta, who didn't appear the least excited. "What is it?" "It's the d- devil's trumpet. That's her weakness."

Upstairs in our bedroom ,I made her lift her shirt up and unscrewed the small bottle , the greenish paste-like substance stared back at me, it had no smell . I scoped just a little amount and placed it on the injury and she flinched under my touch, her ribs jutting out. "I also have to rub this on the injuries at your back." I said my eyes fixed on the injury which was already turning purple at the edges. "Why is it called Willow's Tears?" She asked in a small voice, it actually surprised me that she could speak to me and I knew she had been rehearsing it since forever. " It's because the Willow tree produces a tear like sap and seems to make a crying sound when one scopes it. When it dries

Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned. Below, demons soared—winged monstrosities lashing the tortured with whips of bone and sinew. Blood ran like water in channels carved through black rock. We plunged deeper. A fortress rose from a lake of black fire—spires of rusted iron and sharpened obsidian twisted toward the sky. The Devil’s Keep. The heart of corruption. Through a broken window, we entered. Inside: firelit gloom, a forge of horror. Torture devices lined the walls. Hooks. Blades. Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake.

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

I said. Lucian made his way around the front of the bench. I was staring straight ahead so he stopped in front of me. He bent down and I followed him. "You're crying," he said. "I am not," I defended. He touched my face and I realized I was actually crying when he showed me his moist finger. "I didn't even know," I sniffed. "It's alright. People like them have a special place in hell, so you shouldn't worry at all." I stifled a laugh, "How do I know the devil even cares enough to punish them? What if they seek redemption or some other crap?"

It was milky white and translucent with a soft glow around it as it floated in front of Chase. "That's the Nefarious Deity Tear," the old man said in delighted surprise. "Nefarious Deity Tear?" Chase raised an eyebrow. The old man laughed and said, "The effects of the Nefarious Deity Tear might not be as great as the Nefarious Deity Blood, but it's just as valuable. They are treasures of Nefarious Deity Valley. Common disciples would need to exhaust months of skills to get one drop of Nefarious Deity Tear."

All I can do is watch. And it’s torture. Salcom pulls her toward the center of the room where it sits… the real Moon’s Tear . The bottle rests on a pedestal carved from obsidian, its surface smooth but etched with ancient markings that glows faintly, like the sun but not as bright. The Moon's Tear itself is contained in a crystal-clear glass, the liquid inside glowing with an otherworldly light that almost hurts to look at. It’s small, just a vial, really, but it radiates power so immense, so untouchable, it feels like the guards themselves are holding their breath.

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

I only use the ones at the main temple to heal but now, I have almost exhausted all of those. Closing my eyes, I removed my gloves and tapped a tiny part of the fountain. It responded with a vibration and a loud hum, the light travelled from the tiny piece to the entire fountain of tears and soon, it began flowing like a real fountain. The sweet melodic sound coming from it soothes my mind and all tensions disappear. Scooping a clearer part of it, I weaved it, my hands as I offered a little prayer to Natalí. Erxi entered with the large earthenware and I poured the tears inside. The tears hardened and turned to the former full green color immediately after it entered the pot. With a soft hum