Homelander Cry Novels & Stories

His voice failed, collapsing under grief. Sienna’s lips parted. Her eyes glistened, but she held her ground. “Ryder, that wasn’t real.” “Lunaris made it real.” Silence pressed between them like an invisible shield. Ryder’s fingers curled against the stone. The curse pulsed in quick painful bursts, making his vision swim. His dark hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His pale green eyes, usually burning with strength, looked hollow now, haunted. He tried again. One step.

I felt it — my vision was on the edge of blackening out, but why all of a sudden? "The…candles!" I thought whilst closing my eyes only for a moment that would help me gather my thoughts and energy that was slowly running out. Breathing as heavily, I reopened my eyes that were overwhelmed by tears and caught Alpha Xenos who was wearing a quivering smile, stopped only a second away from my naked feet. He was just standing there ogling at me — how dare he?!

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

“Try harder! Any potion to weaken the curse! Any spell to undo it!” They shook their heads. “It's beyond our capacity, Luna.... We're so sorry....” Tears flowed freely from my eyes. A stab of pain pierced my chest, spreading throughout my body. I couldn't do anything but freeze. Xavier placed me in his arms. I cried silently. Only the sound of the girls' sobs filled the air. “Hey.” “Papa!” “Why are you crying?” Xander asked in a thin voice, his hand trembling as he reached for Jasmine's cheek. “Are you alright?”

“I was carried Seneca for well over what felt like centuries.” “Oh, my goddess, Lamia.” A tear slips from her yellow eyes, rolling down her dark cheek. She swipes at it fiercely. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t cry. It’s been hard without you. For all of us.” “It’s been hard without any of you,” I tell her holding back my own tears. I wouldn’t know what I was crying for. Tears of happiness at finally being home or because of everything Kellen and I had been through. “We never stopped looking for a way home.”

I dried myself off and was about to hit the bed when I heard a muffled cry from the living room. I lingered in the shower until the water turned cold, then wrapped myself in a towel. After drying off, I was ready to hit the bed when a faint muffled cry caught my attention from the living room. Initially, I wondered if it was merely my imagination playing tricks. However, being a Lycan granted me the gift of heightened senses, and I could tell that the cry was indeed genuine. When I heard it again, I swiftly wrapped a towel around myself and rushed out to investigate. I found Carmen hunched over her laptop, wiping away her tears, causing my heart to sink as thoughts of her mother's death race

“Oh, so now it is your pride speaking huh? I don’t think you’re ready to get him back. Besides, what happened that day after he lied to Alpha Adrik in order to prevent him from having sex with you?” “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him since then. Oh, Lydia; I think he finally took my answer seriously. Maybe he really left me for good this time” Then without warning, fat drops of tears fell down my cheeks. Yep, that's what I’ve been talking about. I become unnecessarily emotional for no reason. And I hated it. It was just too annoying to handle. Lydia threw a tissue at me and exhaled loudly, obviously tired of my unending waterworks. “You’re crying again? My goodness, you’re the only preg

CELESTINE'S POV: Lysander is shaking. I feel it through his whole body, the tremors running up from his knees, through his thighs, into his chest. His heart is slamming against his ribs, so fast and so hard that I can count the beats. He is crying. I feel the tears hit my hair, warm and wet, sliding down my scalp and onto my cheek. I have never seen him cry. He is always steady. Always calm. Always the one who holds me together when I am falling apart. But now he is the one breaking, his arms wrapped around me so tight that I can barely draw breath, his face buried in my hair, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

Or had they really schemed this together? “Lana…” Hunter’s voice resonates in my mind, carrying echoes of agony and sympathy. But, how can he truly understand the pain when I am the one enduring the suffering? “Don't call my name. You are a disappointment to me. I hate you! I hate you more than I hate Alpha. I hate all of you,” I cry out at him at the top of my voice as tears flow down my face, catching me off guard. I can't help but despise myself for crying.

That look on his face, I think he was completely disgusted of what he saw. He was disgusted of me. "You sit on the couch, love. I'll get you one right away." Landon tells me. I walked to the couch and sat down where he told me to. I waited for a while but my tears were building up again and I don’t know why in hell I was crying for. Am I crying because I saw Landon? Am I crying because I was hurt seeing Hugo’s face from the bloodstain on his hotel bed? Or am I crying for blaming myself of what happened to me and Hugo?