Eeyore Sad Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

“Mommy’s crying.” “Shit,” she cursed under her breath, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. The two boys went over to her with Ollie crawling up her bed. “Why is Mommy sad?” Ollie asked when he saw her red eyes. Vaughn, too, frowned when he saw that Eloise had indeed cried. He sat down on the bed and wiped the tears on her cheeks with his thumb. “Don’t cry,” he softly said. “Ollie’s safe now.”

His brown eyes had lost their grandness, mixed now with tears and regrets. "Please, don't die. Please." Ejima cried amid the hot breath that came pouring out of her nostril. Some inches away was the pit which Uche had dug. Ghost, Bozo's stallone, was hanging on a wooden spike, eyes, and tongue wide open, with blood gushing out from its sides. Bozo had suffered the same fate and his men had been too late to save him.

Tail was in tears. Her eyes were full of tears. Beads of tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Everett panicked, wiped her tears, and asked with a frown, "Why are you crying?" Tail deflated. She couldn't catch her breath from crying. "Do you not like me anymore?" Everett froze. He sighed and asked, "That's why you're crying?" "Isn't that serious?" "Of course, I like you." Everett replied and looked into her eyes tenderly.

Sebastian easily caught me by the arm and all of us watched Soren spiral. “It can’t be true! It can’t! Because if then… If then… Having no soul is basically…” Soren has let go of the sorcerer and is now pulling his hair with his widened crazed eyes. He faced us with a horrified expression as he mumbled, “Dead.” I couldn’t help but pity him so I walked to Soren and yanked to hug him, burying his head by the crook of my neck to release a calming scent. The moment I did, he started crying and sobbing. His hands unconsciously hugged me.

With frantically wagging tails, the furry companions enjoyed their treats, bringing a sense of joy and fulfillment to Chloe. If Joseph and Chloe had not broken up, she would have loved to prepare daily snacks for these two little creatures, especially for Oreo. Oreo always wore a cautious and endearing gaze, seemingly attuned to its owner's moods. Whenever it sensed any trace of unhappiness, it would immediately approach for comforting cuddles, evoking a sense of compassion within Chloe. She believed it must have endured hardships in the past. "Bye-bye now. I'll come to visit again in a few days," Chloe said, picking up the flask placed on the nearby table.

Fredrik asked. “My stomach has decided that is no longer wants to keep food in it.” she hissed. “Calm down my dark princess. Let Dr. Lewiston look at you and then we can see if our pup wants to introduce itself to us.” I told her. Clearly her mood was not great. I did notice that Eivor had teleported to what I was guessing was the angel kingdom. He was back within minutes. I noticed he had a bag with him, which had both Locke and I curious. We stood there as Dr. Lewiston looked at my dark princess.

To see him this way was painful beyond comprehension. Moisture welled in my eyes, but it wasn’t the time for sorrow or old memories. I reached out and gently touched Ector’s shoulder. The man didn’t wince but remained crying. I waited for a second and then spoke. “Ector, would you like to see Cora?” I wondered. Suddenly, Ector’s sounds of despair stopped, and he lifted his head from his hands. His green eyes remained locked on mine I briefly wondered if he was going to lash out again or tell me to leave. But much to my surprise, he nodded his head.

As soon as Ellie noticed there was something wrong with Orie, she signaled her crew to turn off their cameras. He had been mumbling for a while but soon the mumbling intensified. His eyes were heavy, his voice was inaudible, he could feel his consciousness fading but he kept on praying. He had thought that he had enough strength to keep up the prayer but his condition was worse than he had thought it was. "I'm sorry" he said as he fell to his knees and went silent.

“Because I loathe it when you are sad. I loathe seeing your painful tears.” It was a heartfelt confession. He was sure that the tips of spectators’ ears turned reddened. Malikul pulled back and studied Eagle’s face before shaking his head. “I just want to make you happy. I just want to make sure that you belong somewhere else in this rotten if not the Underworld. The options are still open.” Eagle’s eyes wavered, staring straight into his soul. However, his lips were curled down showing that he wasn’t happy to be treated this way.