Mitsuri Cry Novels & Stories

all started laughing suddenly srium screamed in pain milan holded her his hands started shivering literally viranica told "milan let's take her to hospital" but milan is in confused state Aurthur lifted srium in his hands and went near car milan also followed but milan is still in confused state after listening srium's scream Aurthur and viranica coaxing srium where little jay also holding srium's hand and coaxing her but milan is looking shockingly Aurthur hitted on his head and said "dude go inside"

, he asked, still dazed from sleep. "I'm hungry". "Not my business", he said as he flicked her off him. She pouted and scrunched her nose. Well ouch. She stood up from the ground and cleared her throat then shrieked, a terrifying scream which pierced the air and almost shook the cave. They all stood up at once as Amosis hissed at her in annoyance. "Why are you wailing?", Amyntas asked. Her own ears were ringing from the echoes of the scream. "That's what you get for screaming like a banshee", River commented.

“It wants to talk to you. I can hear it.” “Synavenna it can’t talk to me.” he said as he bent down to look at it. “It can.” She said as he moved to touch it. She touched his back as she moved back to her spot. “Let it.” Mitsuhide looked at her with a doubtful look on his face. She loved the different expressions all of skepticism he had. He still was in his human form as he really did seem to enjoy being in that skin above all others. However,, he tried to listen if anything else just for her.

Patima asks as she stands up and looks at MJ, who just entered the cafeteria. “Huh? Why would I cry?” MJ asks her back and puts down his bag on the table. Sky and Autumn look at the two in confusion. “Yeah, you look like you cried,” Aiko said as she settled herself beside Sky, who’s munching nuts. MJ furrows his eyebrows then scratches his side head. “I didn’t, dust just flew in my eyes, that's why it’s red,” MJ said and avoided their gazes as he brought out his phone, busying himself.

Just to see the little drops of rain hitting against the window. Making Takeshi gulp blankly staring at the window with his lips pressed into a thin like. Swinging his body back and forth humming into a soft tune. "~Hmm hmmm uumm~hm! Hmm~ mum~" licking over the bottom of his lips as he felt it getting dry parting his lips away from each other. “Na~nana~Naanaa~” gulping in response “na~Na~NA~lala~LA!!” feeling his vision getting blurred than before as his voice cracked at the end.

It seemed that his bloody-red eyes were already absorbing my strength to fight even though it was not yet doing anything. There's no proof but from what I can see, I'm sure this werewolf is excited and eager to take my heart just like their race did to my clan. A few moments of silence. I could hear nothing but the heavy pounding on my chest in impending death. I just closed my eyes as my tears fell. I'm not crying because of what will happen to me, I'm crying because of all the sacrifices we went through, I'm also going to leave Mama Amelia without her even knowing.

Mia purrs inside my head. “Y-you wi-will b-be fi-fine!” Vladimir tells me as I stare into his green eyes.

"I can try. But I need to see what you're capable of first." "How do we do that?" She stood and walked to a cabinet. She pulled out a crystal—small, smooth, glowing with an inner light. "Hold this," she said. "And think of your voice." I took the crystal. It was warm, pulsing. "Now," she said, "speak." I opened my mouth. The word came out without thinking: "Submit." The crystal blazed. Light exploded across the room. Books flew off shelves. Elara stumbled back.

Alfi exclaimed upset. Their swords are hitting each other. Purple Iru and red Iru are bursting out from their swords. Those Iru are glowing brightly. “Arrrgghhhh!” Varz shouted. “Arrrrgghhh!” Arz shouted. “What’s with the shouting? I guess moaning is better.” Alfi said. “Agreed!” Mitsuha approved. Suddenly, Alfi is struck by thunder again. Alfi got burned again that he can emit black smoke from his mouth.

The sound of water filling the room was soothing, a stark contrast to the fear and tension that had accompanied us throughout the night. I gently massaged her scalp, my fingers working through her hair with care. Aurelia's eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a small, grateful smile. It was a simple moment, but it held a profound connection between us. Despite her inability to speak, her eyes conveyed a depth of emotion that words could never capture.