Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

Jason stepped out of his car and stood on the cold pavement; his feet planted on the exact spot where the innocent girl's life had been extinguished. The wind on the bridge was biting. However, he didn't feel it. He was back in the moment of the crash, the silence of the night now filled with the phantom sounds of screeching tyres and breaking glass. Jason stood at the edge of the bridge as he stared down into the abyss of the black water. For three years, this place had been his sanctuary of sorrow, but tonight, the air felt different because he had found the one his soul truly loved.

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”

She radiated the kind of energy that saw beyond flesh and fear. They eased me into the warm water. I sank onto my knees, my arms draped over the tub’s edge. My body trembled with each breath, but the heat soothed my skin and dulled the sharpest edges of the pain. The midwife rubbed my back in slow circles, whispering something I couldn’t understand, words that felt older than language. Then I looked up, through the window above I saw the Blood Moon had risen, but it wasn’t like the others I’d seen.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

The reason she woke up late every morning was because she kept dreaming of the night when her sister took her mate. It has become a trauma for her. One time Sandy asked her the reason she always woke up in her sleep crying, but she refused to tell Sandy. She never told anyone about her hidden pain because she believed it was her personal problem to bear. Vega summoned courage and went inside the studio. The moment Gwen saw her, she stood up from the chair in which she sat and walked towards her. "Why are you late, again?" Vega kept her head down, so Gwen wouldn't see the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

" I shut my eyes but I knew fully well, there was no sleep coming for me that night. And maybe all the nights of my life with the way heart was heavy like it could never recover. No later than a few seconds, I broke down in silent tears. My tears never stopped running, it was a talent– I would call it so. By morning, my pillows was soaked and stained with the pangs of my heart.

After spending the night sobbing the girls sitting with me in silent company I wake at ten my eyes feel puffy and red I don’t think I have a single tear left in my body after the amount of tears I shed last night. Todays my birthday the night of the ball and also the blood moon Delilah fell asleep with me in my room last night stroking my hair and face as I cried until I fell asleep with nothing else left to cry. she starts to stir when I sit up in bed she throws her arms around me there’s not pity in her eyes as I expected just a bestie waiting for her friend to pull herself back together.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

The sound vibrates throughout the entire room. Then it settles into a soft purr and I feel slightly calmer. Just as quickly as it started though the feeling disappears and the emptiness returns with full force. A tear escapes from under my eye. I don’t stop it. I let it run down my cheek. It is a single, salty drop. One drop and I’m done because the maids will soon bring in my breakfast. They can't see me crying. A few seconds later, I heard a knock on my door.