Novel & Cerita La Llorona: The Weeping Woman

She stared me straight in the eye, as she tried to hold her tears back but they betrayed her and came pouring in torrents. "He did this, my supposed husband did this" She said, her voice was hoarse from all the crying. My hands flew to my mouth as a gasp eluded my lips. "How could he? Why would he do that?" She let out a humorless laugh. "Trust me Lola this isn't the first time" The shocked expression on my face was mirrored by Tana. "She hasn't told you anything?" I asked Tana. "No she was waiting for your return, but she wouldn't stop crying" She explained and turned back to Laila.

At night, she hears whispers in the water. On the third night, Evelyn sees a flickering light drifting down the river. She follows it—drawn by something she doesn’t understand—and finds a wooden boat with a burning lantern and an old journal inside. The pages are filled with entries from a woman named Alara who speaks of binding spells, river spirits, and a curse upon her bloodline. The last page is stained and unreadable

I said trying to make sure that she smiled at my weird quirky comment. “Yeah, you are not wrong there,” SHe said with another smile on her face. “Say beautiful I know you probably are not up to this yet but do you know who did this to you,” I said trying to tread lightly on what happened. “Well I was walking and i heard crying from outside of the gate and when I went to go look it was a little girl, then after that I remember someone putting a clothes over my head and dragging me, after that i don't really remember what happened, other then when they asked me if I was the right Luna and they told me to tell them my name. So I told them my name and they told me that I wasn't the right one,” S

The pain surged through her heart like it would burst at any moment. "Our mate has marked the wrong person...!" Jackie muttered distressed. Vega gasped in horror. Could it have been worse? How could he mark someone else? Vega writhed in pain as more tears flowed freely from her eyes. Indeed, she was truly an unlucky one, the whole coming of the Lycan king had brought nothing but more pain to her. Why was the moon goddess so cruel to her, why....? Vega remained on the ground until darkness enveloped her with pain.

When she remembered Tina's gaze on her earlier, she was lucky to have been told to change back into her original clothes. "Get back to work." Lora could only follow that command. She returned to her position as a cake guard. The dream of becoming a princess only lasted a few seconds. The dress now lay on her bed, just a memory as she would soon leave this place. It was time to cut the cake, and Harvey would announce the woman who would be his life partner. Lora's heart was pounding, and she resigned herself to what was to come. She also wanted Harvey to acknowledge her as his partner. If that happened, her status would rise as Luna. But can werewolves accept a woman with mixed blood of a wit

"Just… sad. Fishermen talk about a 'weeping fog' that rolls in some nights. They say if you listen closely, you can hear a woman singing in it. A lullaby. But it sounds… broken. It makes the fish scarce and gives everyone bad dreams. They call her the 'Siren of the Sorrows.' Most people just avoid that part of the coast now." The sad echo in Liora’s mind suddenly had a source. A name. A story. "The Siren of the Sorrows," she repeated softly. That night, the dream came. It was not Corin, and it was not the Remnant. It was the woman. She stood on a misty shore, her form made of sea foam and twilight. She was beautiful, but her face was etched with a grief so profound it was a physical weight.

Her tone made it seem like there was a mix-up. I pulled a chair and sat in front of her. Her hands were chained to the table, and she was wearing her underwear. I had told them to strip and chain her hand to the table to make her uncomfortable. Avery and Linda pulled chairs, and I looked at the woman. Liam also looked like her. He had her brows and lips. "Head Luna of the north," I said, and the woman blinked away her crocodile tears. "Do you know why you are here? Do you know why Christian gave you up?" I asked her, and she shook her head, looking very afraid.

"Keep to the living room with mom. We will take care of the rest." I run up the walk way, and mom has the door open. I run in and closes the door and locks the bottom lock only. I start to walk in the living room, when she says "The bathroom is this way darling." I smile and say "Yes, but I need to drink a little bit more before I can take the test. I just wanted to have it so I can take it after this tea. I figured the longer we waitied to get it, the worse my stomach would feel. Will you sit with me? She tilts her head and smiles, "Yes, of course. She rubs my back and I sip the tea. "Your roses are beautiful. Is there any chance of adding Lillies? SHe smiles and puts the tea cup down stand

Then the strangest thing happened, slowly the moon began to descend from the sky right before my eyes and as it did, it got small and smaller until finally, it came in through the open roof and went straight into the orb that was in the woman’s hand. The orb gave off a soft silvery glow at first before it exploded with a bright light that made me shield my eyes. The eye of the statue lit up too and then it spoke to me, “Javier, the first mate of the chosen one.” I still shielded my eyes until the light dimmed and I could see again, “Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?” “I am Lunar, the goddess of the moon and the mother of all werewolves, Lycans, and otherwise.”

On the right side, Elphaba stood in all her glory in her green-colored clothes. Elphaba started doing the rituals as Lenora came. A rare smile etched on her face as she saw Lenora in her glory as a queen. Andrea would be proud to see her like this. Yet… she was not completely happy. There is that old bastard who was ready to sink his fangs in her. Soon, the trumpets rang announcing it was time for them to start the rituals. She started praying for the moon goddess and the deity, who was the founder of the first werewolf in werewolf history.