Lacrima Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

He didn't turn around. The Healer wiped sweat from his forehead. "The Luna is bleeding. We can't stop it. We need Lady Elara's tears." He turned around and said: "Cry." I didn't move. He crossed the room and took my jaw in his hand. "I said — cry." My eyes were dry. Elves do not cry on command. Especially not after the True Mate Bond has been severed by his own hand. I didn't have enough feeling left in me to make a tear.

she cried. As she stood looking down at the pendants, the tears overflowed from her eyes, ran down her nose and dropped to the ground. She looked past the pendants, to the grass where her tear had fallen and saw a rose. A beautiful, bright red rose had sprung up and bloomed. Laylan knelt down and looked into the rose, where a tiny person laid. The undersized woman stirred and looked up at Laylan, who gasped as she watched the little fairy stand and stretch her wings. The tiny, little fairy had brilliant red hair and her eyes were bright green. Her small lips were delicate pink and soft on her fair complexion. She looked as if she were wrapped in a small rosebud that draped down like a dress.

Her heart was breaking even as her body moved on instinct. Lucian stood at the lake’s edge, arms outstretched to the blood-red sky. The Moon blazed overhead, and the shadows twisted around him like living flame. “Lucian!” she cried. “Stop!” He turned to her, eyes full of sorrow and resolve. “Forgive me, Lyra.” And then the Crimson Lake ignited — red light exploding upward like a storm of stars, swallowing everything in brilliance and darkness. Lyra’s scream tore through the valley as the world split in two.

Arya watched in wonder as the tears streamed down Amaris' face. His tears pooled at the rim of his eyes and made their way from his beautiful blue eyes to the ground giving the illusion of a river flowing seamlessly through a forest. Drip…Drip! If anyone ever told her she was going to be in this situation today, then she'd have flung a shoe at their face but here she was, standing before a beast that was shedding tears. The culprit?....Her!

The tears she was trying so hard to hold back finally flowed down her face again as she sobbed with the maiden. "Don't be." Lady Laenyra responded and gently caressed Sumire's back. Teardrops keep swelling in the corners of her eyes. The heavy feeling swirling like a storm right in her chest made her hard to breathe. She didn't want to blame anyone else for what happened to her son but Mort.

A loud sound of the bones cracking echoed around the room. His body fell on the wooden floor with a heavy thud. When Lola heard the sound, she choked back a sob. The lifeless eyes of the dead fairy guard are wide open with shock. She curled into a ball and began to cry with regret. An innocent life is gone because of her. Lucas bend down and looked at his mate, who is crying for the dead fairy guard. Gently he pulled her out from under the bed and hugged her tightly.

Regina nearly choked on air. “What?!” Rebecca gestured lazily between them. “The leaning. The glances. The synchronized breathing.” “We are not synchronizing breathing!” Aldric rubbed the bridge of his nose. Rebecca burst into laughter. “Relax,” she said. “It’s cute.” Regina covered her face with both hands. “I regret opening the door.” “You absolutely do not,” Rebecca said, still smiling. Regina peeked through her fingers. “…okay maybe not.” Rebecca’s laughter softened.

**"Did you miss me?" Ravel fires her crossbow. The bolt phases through him. **"I'm not here. Not anymore. But *she* is."** A tank hisses open, spilling green fluid. Inside floats a girl, no older than twelve, her skin etched with glowing circuits. **Lira's** face. "Another mimic?" I say, static prickling my palms. The girl's eyes snap open-gold, pupil-less. **"No. A *successor*."**

Emotions layered: loyalty to Alya a burning core, satisfaction in battle's thrill, protectiveness for Lila making her glance back. Lila as Mist darted through the fray, her pale fur a ghost in the mist, sapphire-blue eyes wide with determination, the star tattoo blazing white as she healed a fallen packmate mid-fight, her touch soothing a gash that knit under her glow. "Fight on!" Lila whined through Mist, her voice gentle but fierce, dodging a claw swipe. Emotions overwhelmed: empathy for the wounded driving her, fear of the shadow twisting her gut, bond with Alya anchoring her courage.

Especially since Felen summoned a blue-accented butterfly that was an ancient magical beast. "You ... !" growled Litiana did not accept. "How can a weak human like you control ancient magical beasts?!" He screamed loudly with rage. Netra Jade Felen who was watching a flock of butterflies turned to Litiana. The human girl's gaze instantly darkened with bubbling anger. He got up and walked slowly with straight eyes looking at Litiana. His steps were firm without the slightest hesitation. A smile that looked more like a wide grin appeared on the girl's face. Felen didn't care about the wounds on his body that were still bleeding freshly.