Lost One Weeping Novels & Stories

“I-I can’t believe they’re gone! They weren’t bad!” I hugged her to make her feel better. She has weaker feelings than Agustin among the twins because I, too, am weak in situations like this. “Some people are evil; even if they are good, they will do more evil.” I turned to face Agustin, who was gazing at their coffin. I drew Augustin closer to me and hugged him as well. It surprised me that my dress was getting wet, so I peered over at Agustin, who was also crying, and hugged them even tighter.

She began shaking the trees violently. He saw how they fell and hurt on the floor. He then called a group of werewolves to shake the trees while another group trample on the falling witches. As he screamed, his soldiers kept dying. Althea was in the middle of werewolves fighting when he saw Ronnet shaking the trees. She removed an arrow and aimed at him but she was violently hit from behind. This sent her crashing to the ground. She groaned in pain. As the werewolf tried to trample on her, Chimera saw him and immediately shot him in the head. He fell dead at once. "Shoot him!" Althea ordered her pointing to Ronnet who was fiercely killing the witches and making the trees unsafe for their hid

He lost it. Her watery eyes were looking at that ring in her hand like she had embedded her whole life in it. Slowly taking her head upward, she looked at his face and what she witnessed shivered her soul. Kaya watched those tears shimmering in his azure eyes after 5 long years. Those same exact tears of pain which she had seen in his eyes, 5 years ago when he was about to lose his everything. Today, she was again seeing those tears in her eyes but before she could comprehend that what was he about to lose this time that had made him tear up, Kaya felt him pressing his mouth against hers and his arms gripping her so longingly and desperately like they were holding her for the last time in hi

When faced with the tombstone, the reality of loss became even more difficult to bear. She tenderly ran her fingers past Duncan’s engraved name, as if to bring him back for a brief moment. She felt the tears flow freely on her face, unable to contain the sadness that surrounded her. In a matter of seconds, the tears turned into a deep, heartbreaking cry. It was a pain that consumed her inside, and the longing for the man who had left seemed unbearable.

And now, she was gone. My throat felt tight, and my eyes stung with unshed tears. I hadn’t cried since the night we lost her. It felt like if I started, I might never stop. Christian stood beside me, silent and strong, his hand gripping mine, grounding me as the crowd gathered around us. The pack was here, every warrior, every healer, everyone whose lives Sylvia had touched. They all stood in somber silence, their heads bowed, their hearts heavy with the loss of our mentor, our leader, our friend.

Her lips trembled as they moved, whispering his name over and over… Kade… Kade… each one, broken fragments, desperate pleas, promises she could no longer keep. Her cries grew louder, harsher, a sharp sound of anguish that rattled the quiet of the mound. Each scream tore through the air, raw and unrestrained, echoing across the empty lands. The world around her blurred, fading into shadows of sorrow, leaving only her and the man she had lost.

Always him. Tears blurred my vision. I pressed my forehead to his. "Please. Please come back. I need you. I cannot do this without you." Silence. Just silence and the sound of my own sobbing. Morwen laughed from where she lay by the broken altar. "How touching. How tragic. The last Moonborn loses her mate to his own foolishness. Poetic really." Rage cut through the grief. Hot. Sharp. I turned to look at her. "Shut up. Just shut up."

When her hand finally reached them, all of them had already turned into a fog. Alexa stood with her hand still reaching forward. Her eyes were fixated into the empty space, as though she still found it hard to believe what had just happened. Only after a few moments did she swing her hand to the side, creating a strong gust of the wind with that. "Noooooo!!!" Alexa then finally cried out in her loudest. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she put her gaze up into the dark sky. She tried to hold her tears but it seemed like it didn't want to stop from falling. The sorrows and anger she felt at that moment, the helplessness and pain of losing someone, all of it were as though arrows tha

Devastation. “No. . . Ruslan. . .” she whispered, clutching her hair. “My baby. . . where are you?” My hands curled into fists. Watching Annie fall apart was like watching something inside me being ripped to shreds. My son was missing, and the woman I loved was crumbling right in front of me. It was a nightmare with no fucking exit.

The Child grips my shoulder, their fingers warm against my half-petrified skin. "You don’t have to go in." I flex my right hand—the one that cracked open, the one that’s still raw and oozing null-energy like pus from a wound. Every drop that fell here, every uncontrolled leak, birthed this nightmare. The Weeping feeds on emotion. Amplifies it. Traps people in loops of their own worst moments. "I’m going in," I say.