Novel & Cerita Lacrima Fairy Tail

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.

Finanna continued, "Girls, this is Julianna." Lyra whispered in my ear, "The one with blue eyes and dark skin is Aria, the mermaid princess, Wanda the one with the beautiful butterfly wing is the fairy princess, and Niamh,is the girl with white hair she is daughter of the legendary Jaw pack's leader. Niamh werewolf transformation has nine tails, just like the Japanese legend." I was awestruck. "Wow, the Kyūbi no Kitsune?" Lyra nodded. Aria smiled. "We've heard so much about you."

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.

Tirana was also with them and Lars waved back to her. Next to Lars, Vayu also did the same to his faction from Hamal, the Heavensbloom Clan. They were consisted of fairies with shimmering butterfly wings, fluttering about and prancing in the air before a short black haired girl shushed them down to take their seats. She looked human, but Lars felt abundant water elemental aura on her. "Those are my best warriors. That's Erica and Roxanne's the blonde one next to her," Vayu said. "Not their actual names, of course. It just helps them to blend in on the field."

And then, as if the universe itself marveled at the spectacle, a cascade of tears—silver and gold—streamed from the royal elven woman's eyes. The ethereal tears shimmered in the air, a crystalline testament to the emotions that transcended the boundaries of our worlds. A fragile smile graced her lips, a curve that seemed to bridge the gap between ancient wisdom and newfound purpose. Her words held the weight of ages, a proclamation of her mission guided by the stars themselves.

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.

Dark stains on the floor. Blood stains. Regina’s vision blurred. She blinked rapidly, refusing to cry. Crying wouldn’t help. Tears were wasted water. Her wolf pressed against her ribs like a caged thing, furious and humiliated. She needed to stay alive. To get out. To warn her father. To warn Aldric— Aldric. The silver-eyed Alpha flickered into her mind, that strange warmth she’d felt when their eyes met. It was absurd to think of him now, bound in a cave, but something about the memory steadied her. Like a thread thrown across a chasm.

**"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.