Novel & Cerita Lamentar

"Magnus can’t be dead! My son—Cyrus—he’s not—he’s just a boy! This can’t be happening!" She sobbed uncontrollably, her body shaking as the grief clawed its way through her, ripping her apart from the inside. "You’re wrong! You have to be wrong!" The elders stood silently, their faces grim, their eyes filled with the burden of truth. The weight of their sorrow was undeniable, and yet Lara’s heart couldn’t accept it. She screamed again, her voice echoing through the infirmary, as if sheer willpower could reverse the cruel hand of fate.

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

A burning ember behind my sternum, calling to its twin inside the Matron's scepter. "You're humming." I didn't turn. Kaelen's voice drifted from the shadows of an archway. Red eyes catching the dim light. "I am?" "The Lament. Under your breath." He stepped closer. Still bruised from the forced teleport. Still moving like a predator who'd forgotten how to be prey. "Vane looked like he might cry. I haven't seen that old bastard cry since the Purge." "Good." Kaelen laughed. Low. Dry. "You're not even going to pretend humility?"

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

The only sound was the wind in the trees and the soft weeping of those who could not hold back their tears. Lilith stood at the front, her face pale but composed. She had lost her mother days ago. Now she was losing another ally, another connection, another piece of her fragile new world. Mira wept openly, her hand over her mouth. Damon stared at nothing, his grief too deep for tears. Caspian stood at the center of a circle of ancient symbols drawn in the earth, his pale face turned toward the rising sun. His red eyes found Lena one last time.

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."

Madison was pinned under the car, clutching his pant leg and begging, "Leon… Save me… Please… It hurts… It hurts so much…" Yet, he pried her fingers off one by one and pulled Juliette out without hesitation. He had relived that moment thousands of times. No matter how many sedatives he took, he couldn't erase it. The Griffins didn't want him to forget either. Whenever Marcus saw Leon, he snarled, "You murderer!" Those words cut deep into Leon, yet they brought Marcus no relief either. Every time Marcus walked home exhausted, he saw countless debt collectors blocking the entrance with sticks, shouting for repayment before he even reached the door.

I could see Papa's frown, the flicker of hope in Matteo's eyes, and the way the guards let out a collective sigh of relief. "Don't get any ideas. I haven't forgiven you." That one sentence seemed to crush all of Matteo's illusions. I looked at the long, smeared trail of blood left behind from where they had dragged Isabella away and chuckled. "I just think that a man should be left to die within the wreckage of his mistakes."

I thought She must have forgotten we were in the middle of nowhere and I was doing the best I could to seek help. I tried shifting but the pain of my body contorting stopped me yet again before I could complete the process. The after effects were worse, I grunted with the last bit of strength in me and fell to the ground, my vision turning into a black void of echoes. “Lena, Lena, wake up,” my wolf growled, but I was far too gone, far too weak to move a muscle, far too gone to even breathe.