La Llorona: The Weeping Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was the weight of a truth too big to carry. Lorkan didn’t touch the folder again. He just sat with his big hands folded, eyes steady, letting the truth settle in the room until it felt like the air itself had thickened around us. The workshop’s fluorescent lights hummed softly, a sound that suddenly seemed too loud for the dead names spread across the paper, Christina Bathory, Bella Donna Chasmir, Isabella Swan, Valentina Morsoon. Centuries like beads on a rosary, all threaded with the same face.

"What is your name?" L-L-O-R-O-N-A "Llorona?" "Llorona?" Suddenly a strong wind blew in the room. The dust was flying so they had to cover their mouths and noses while coughing. Soon the wind stopped and the chest opened in two. Diana removed the board that was on top of the chest. They were shocked and flabbergasted. I had no idea what they were seeing at the moment.

The chanting was over and Weston spoke up, "Did anyone heard the howl of the wolf?" "It was a cry..." Vlora answered. "Do you know anything?" Weston asked and she replied, "Of course, it was the Swamp Goddess." "Decima is here?" the first thing Weston asked was this. Hearing this all of them eyed him suspiciously. "What are you?" Vlora asked unbelievably. Just then Leticia stood up to point her palms at him and a sudden pain clutched on his heart. He stood up doing the same. It was Leticia who was suffering but she kept on chanting.

“Wu…Wu…Wu…” In a huge room, a woman was knelt down at the center looking miserable. She was whining loudly in grief, the woman’s face was covered with her hair but her heart-wrenching cries made everyone step near her in curiosity and sympathy. Suddenly a bright light flashed on her petite silhouette, and finally, the weeping woman looked up and showed her face clearly. It was Laura, her eyes were swollen and the most shocking part was that she wasn't shedding tears but the blood from her eyes.

Wei asks making Leo and Flora look at one another before they shake their head. “We’re doomed.” Lana said making me sigh. We all cover our eyes when suddenly a light appears blinding us. When the light slowly fades we all look at one another when before us stood a woman wearing a white gown but we are unable to see her face due to that bright light surrounding her. “A… A spirit, how?” Leo said making us all look at him then to the entity in front of us. Leo is looking at the entity’s feet so I also look to see that she is floating without feet. So I guess it is true that she is a spirit. Who is she? Is she the goddess of Evetora? But she appears to be just a simple spirit.

The first time I shifted was the most painful thing I've ever experienced but it doesn't hurt anymore. Nova scans the area to make sure no one else is around and expertly grabs the unconscious woman throwing her onto her own back and speeds back into the forest, "make it quick, don't make her suffer" I tell Nova. When we are far enough that no one can hear if this woman screams, Nova shakes her off her back and gives me back control. The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can.

"Moonborn." The voice came from the shadows — a woman's voice, rough-edged, carrying the particular weariness of someone who had been surviving alone for a long time. A figure stepped into the moonlight. Lean, scarred along one cheek, watching Lira with eyes that held not fear but something that looked startlingly like recognition. "I've heard the old stories," the woman said slowly. "Never thought I'd see it." She exhaled. "Your name, wolf." Lira considered this. Then, with some effort, she found her way back to herself — to her human shape, to her own small frame, to the ache in her shoulder where the teeth had found her. She looked at the woman across the stone ruins.

“Moon Goddess and Goddess of Mates, everyone claimed you were the force that unites mates. Yet, I don’t understand. Why would you make him my mate when he doesn’t want a weak Luna like me? You knew it, didn’t you? You knew it! Then why make him my mate and hurt me like this? Why are you so cruel?” Kaliyah resumed walking, but struggled to maintain her balance as she traversed the damp and murky ground of the forest. Amidst the vast expanse of ancient trees, her sorrowful cries filled the air, echoing pain, torment, and profound sadness. The intensity of her anguish was such that even the lurking monsters in the shadows seemed to feel a twinge of sympathy. However, Kaliyah knew that her mate

She navigated through the labyrinth of illusions, her heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, Luna emerged into a chamber bathed in a pale, eerie glow. There, standing in the center, was a figure shrouded in a mysterious woman with flowing silver hair and eyes that mirrored the depths of the cosmos. "Who are you?" Luna asked, her voice filled with both caution and curiosity. The woman smiled gently, her voice carrying a bittersweet melody. "I am Elara, the Keeper of Lost Souls. I have watched over this realm since time immemorial."

I was so delighted to see her safe, as I hugged her, it was clear Ramanov lied, he wanted to use my head, I chuckled lightly knowing that his vendetta had failed, but not so completely, “Lola, I'm sorry I couldn't come,” “You shouldn't worry, I'm much better now.” She said calmly. “ I was delayed, by a young woman—” I paused, I hadn't thought about it all this while, the woman claims to be the Moon goddess, it wasn't still clear, the moon goddess would care about her werewolves, besides she delayed me from helping Lola or did she heal her with her divine powers? “Which woman?” She asked, curiously.