La Llorona Before She Died Novels & Stories

I watch Tiarin’s face change, and then she looks up at me with a painful expression. “This is the man I loved before he got corrupted, and this is the man I will mourn while fading into the realm of the dead.” She says as tears cascade down her cheeks. I get down on my knees in front of her. “No! You’re dying?!” I ask, not believing her words, but she nods wistfully.

On her wrist, she wore a slender bracelet, its intricate design reminiscent of the patterns found in nature—a symbol of the earth’s enduring strength and beauty. The village elders gathered around her, their faces solemn as they performed the ancient rituals. They blessed her, offered prayers for her soul, and presented her with the garlands she had lovingly crafted. With the final rites completed, Elara felt a strange sense of peace settle over her. She knew what awaited her in the depths of the cave—Solas, the moon god who had killed all his previous brides. She knew she would meet the same fate, but she was ready. She would face her death with courage and dignity, knowing she had given he

Next to me, Menna and Dahlia curled into Zory’s lap, watching Owen with the intelligence only a hunter-cat could have. “One cold October night, their plan came to fruition under the light of a full moon. Ulrich and Siegfried led Laraine to the castle dungeon, where, after years of suffering, her life came to a brutal end at the hands of those who should have loved her most. As she lay dying, her final words were not of fear but of fury. With her last breath, Luna cursed Ulrich and Siegfried,” Owen detailed the death of my great-grandmother in a way I had never heard. “You will never know happiness or peace again. Even in death, I will protect my people,” Olivia said, sounding deeper like a d

I watch Tiarin’s face change, and then she looks up at me with a painful expression. “This is the man I loved before he got corrupted, and this is the man I will mourn while fading into the realm of the dead.” She says as tears cascade down her cheeks. I get down on my knees in front of her. “No! You’re dying?!” I ask, not believing her words, but she nods wistfully.

Lira died on the first full moon of spring. She passed in her sleep, in the lodge she had built with her own paws, surrounded by the relics of her journey and the love of the wolves she had gathered. Aria was with her. Thane was with her. Ash sat vigil at the door, the bundle of relics clutched to his chest.

He wasn’t there for his favourite Luna, so I heard. Lira's coffin was the smallest. They'd draped it in white linen with her favourite dress tucked inside. The lie made my stomach turn. Lira hated white. She'd once burned a sundress our mother made her wear. "I’m not a ghost!" she'd snapped, ash smearing her cheek. And now she was. I waited until the others left. Until I could no longer see the smoke burning anymore. Then I jumped into the water, trying to swim as fast as I could, thinking I could catch up to the moat. But who was I kidding?

Rescuing the wizard tower master, that's what she did when he first woke up. "Come here, dear. I'm here, I need your help…" the voice continued to echo, giving direction to Rania's every step. "That's right... yesterday, I was in the tree of death... the biggest tree with a dense death aura, come here..." Rania started to stop running and strolled.

Eleanora said with tears brimming her eyes. "And that day was also the day I lost my only sister, mother killed her. She killed her and cursed me. She took my child and her grandchild away from me. But do you know how she died?" Nora asked with a weird smirk. "One thing about witches is that after they die, their spiritual prowess always come back to rest here no matter where they are. The last message she sent it to me was..." Leticia and the rest walked into the room. "Did not know you were awake already," Layla said with a smile and Nora looked at her. "Layla,"

“What really happened the night my mother died? Where were you?” ​“I... I ran away,” she sniffled, her shoulders trembling. “Forgive me, Lorraine... but as soon as I heard rumors that you were here, I risked coming across the border to tell you... You have to believe me.” ​I raised a hand to stop her frantic rambling, my gaze hardening. “Did you have anything to do with her death?” ​She dropped to her knees right beside my chair. “I would never conspire against the Luna! I swear it on the moon!” Tears streamed down her face as she reached for my hand.

Beverley groaned loudly, “You keep saying soon!” “Soon. I mean it” “Soon is extremely subjective.” Beverley complained. Liora stared at Beverley and smiled softly. Beverley had been with her every step of the way, never doubted, never questioned, just supported her. She had proven herself over and over again. She wished she could tell her, she wished she would explain to her but she knew that it was impossible to explain. How was she supposed to explain to another that she had died before? That she had lived one life before and she had gotten so much injustice that heavens gave her another chance.