Novel & Cerita La Llorona Before She Died

He had been granted the opportunity to choose a wife from the capital, and he had chosen the beautiful Lyanna. After that, the emperor commanded one of his subjects to sail to the east in search of a miraculous medicine. 500 virgin males and 500 virgin females were needed. Lyanna was already too old, but the captain had forced her aboard the ship. In the end, she had died at sea. Many years later, one of the four great beauties of the country called out the name of the captain from the early Quorn era right before she died. Centuries after that, yet another woman called out the same name on her deathbed.

After that, she walked forward step by step, until her body fell with the wind, then disappeared in the clouds. Before she died, old stories appeared in her mind one after another. For her, death is the real joy. She could hear the Fire God León de Fuego calling to her: “Palomas Blancas, Palomas Blancas!” His voice was so pleasant to hear, it had been a long time since she had heard this voice. "Why? Why does it have to be like that… God of Thunder Rey de Los Lobos, don't…” After that, she heard him say something, but she couldn't hear it anymore...

The thing that had spent lifetimes going insane with want. I stood up slowly. Helped Ronan to his feet. He was stronger now but still weak. Still healing. "Stay behind me," I whispered. "Lunara," he said quietly. "In the other lives... how did they end?" *Monica died running. Seraphina died fighting. Lily died choosing between us.* "In blood," I said. "They all ended in blood." "And this time?" I looked at Silas. At the madness in his storm-gray eyes. At the Soul Reaper that could cut through souls themselves.

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

But one thing that she knew, that this is the most comfortable floor she has ever sleep on. She didn’t remember when she could sleep on a warm surface. She could feel that there is some thick cloth that covering her entire body. It made her almost sighed in relief. She liked this feeling. Maybe she really died already? She didn’t know. One thing for sure. Lilly didn’t remember since when she couldn’t open her eyes. Perhaps when that werewolf kicked her on her stomach she died and went to a safe place in the afterlife. But then, who were those people she saw before? And those voices?

Corazon stood still in the shadow of the trees, her eyes fixed on the house. It had been days since Leonida had died, but Corazon could still feel her presence lingering in the air. It was as though the very ground Leonida had walked on clung to her spirit, refusing to release her from this world. Corazon's lips curled into a sinister smile.

My brows furrowed, my inner self refusing to believe that it was that easy. “Are you guys sure? I mean…” “Mira, we're sure. She is dead. A knife went right through her heart, and she bled herself out.” Lira explained. “It was black blood. And then, all her shadow warriors dissipated. Gone, just like that!” Nathan added. I was silent for a bit, fidgeting with my fingers as I pondered on this. Call me a pathetic overthinker, but was she really dead? “And how did I get back here again?” I asked, a question they'd answered before, rather elaborately, I must add.

She fiddled with the hem of her apron, gaze flickering toward the door as if afraid someone might hear. “I shouldn’t say,” she whispered. “Please.” Clara bit her lip, then leaned closer, her voice dropping even lower. “His Luna died. Years ago. The whole pack knows… but no one talks about it.” A chill ran through me. “Died? How?” Her eyes darted toward the window. “It was… mysterious.” “Mysterious?” I pressed. She nodded faintly. “One night she was alive and the next morning, gone. They found her near the western cliff. No blood or racks, just her body, like she’d fallen asleep and never woke again.”

Being precise with the timing, she leaked the news to the Goreng family so they would come and demand the body. However, she thought Luna Sandra had at least three more months, but the other party relied on the poisoned water more than she expected, and she passed away so quickly! “Now there’s chaos outside,” Carol continued. “Oh? What’s the commotion about?” Carol chuckled, “The Goreng family insists on bringing Luna Sandra back to the family mansion for the funeral rites, but the senior lady says that since the deceased passed away at her natal family’s home, she must lie in a state of in a tent. After the funeral rites are completed, only then can she be buried in the family ancestral tom

Flowers and roses are being thrown on top of the coffin as it is slowly lowered to the ground. Before soil promptly descended on her case, we provided the lady some quiet solitude. I'm told to stay in my seat while the parents I've known in previous life converse with their friends. I've given it a lot of thought, and I'm curious as to why the people I met before I died didn’t even cry. Even the Lafera family's close relatives refrained from crying, even though their cherished daughter had passed away. I start to close my eyes, but before I have a chance to think any further, I can see a figure in the distance.