Mourning End Part 1 Novels & Stories

she ended the argument and the area became too quiet as we had stopped walking along the lines. The silence between us was thick but when I looked to Mrs McConnell, I saw she was crying too. " you've suffered too much for your age. I'm so sorry "she said softly as she walked closer to me to pull me into a hug. I couldn't help the tears that managed to escape then. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Heavy rain poured down mercilessly as well as thunderous claps from the thick gray clouds above sounded, replicating the atmosphere now at The Night Howlers territory. The five days of mourning have been completed for their great grand Luna. The pack members had all gathered at the burning site for the last ritual for the dead and watched with mournful eyes as Clayton walked towards the body of his grandmother, who is placed on a high constructed branches of twigs with a white cloth covering her entire body except for her face and clasped hands that are on top of her stomach.

My lips felt musty and dry as I tried to move my mouth to produce words so I stopped and kept quiet. Andy bowed his head and closed his eyes, showing respect to the dead body. Alice ran over to her mum and embraced her. We all departed to our room to get dressed in black and prepare for Melo’s funeral. The guards took her body to the garden and placed her in a coffin they had prepared for her. All the members of the pack went to the garden for Melo’s funeral. We all went silent to grief the dead properly. My eyes were puffy and red. I hadn’t any rest since I came back from that warehouse. I crossed both my hands together and faced the ground as tears filled my eyelids.

*But at what cost? Wayne held Jason’s gaze, feeling a mix of sorrow and relief. This wasn’t how he wanted it to end, but he knew there was no turning back. Jason’s eyes softened briefly as he turned his gaze towards Meghan, who was still weeping by his side. There was a brief flash of something—maybe regret, maybe something else—before his expression hardened once more. And then, in one final, dramatic moment, Jason’s eyes slowly closed. His chest fell with a soft exhale, and the machines around him began to beep in a monotonous rhythm.

I was able to recover from the physical injuries, but what about the emotional pain from the miscarriage? The accident had taken away my child, and it destroyed the very last bit of hope that I had toward Aidan. When I lay on the hospital bed, I could only hear the doctor’s helpless sigh. He said if I had been sent to the hospital just a bit earlier, my child would not have died. Aidan sensed my estrangement as he frowned unhappily. Just when he was about to walk over to see what was on my laptop screen, his phone buzzed. It only took a single glance at his phone, and his displeasure was immediately gone. He went into his study in excitement.

Just purpose. **The End.**

Sofia stutter, her eyes getting teary. “ The one who killed…Mira??” Phoebe asked and Sofia nodded, keeping her tears in. The video ended and another one played out, the one they took at the graveyard with them paying Mira her last respect, their heads were bowed excluding Alex who has a smoke in between his hand. “ This is not enough to forgive you” “ We called severally. We called and called and called but we met blankness, we met emptiness until one of us was gone” Joan spat in anger.

I saw Adrian, still crouched in a corner, watching us in misery. He followed us all the way to a villa district but couldn't enter. From a distance, he stared at our windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of me forgiving him. Late that night, Caleb turned off the lights. As our shadows slowly collapsed onto the bed together, I heard a deafening roar. Caleb covered my ears and pressed his lips against mine in frustration. "Darling, focus. Don't listen to those barking dogs." I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love.

The body was still warm. Elara stood in the doorway of Dr. Aris's office, Julian's hand crushing hers, and smelled it burned meat and the sharp chemical bite of supernatural death. The physician lay slumped over his desk, one hand outstretched toward the monitor, fingers curled like he'd been grabbing for something. His face was at peace. His chest wasn't. The curse had hollowed him from the inside and left a shell that looked startled to find itself empty.

The people who had died because of her would never come back. Arthur struggled to force out a few words. "No. Don't call me Dad. You don't deserve to be my daughter— "I will never forgive you. Liam and Ava won't forgive you! "You're our enemy!" His voice became increasingly shrill, sounding almost like a ghost crying out from hell. The moment his words ended, the heart monitor beside him emitted a piercing alarm. The red line on the screen suddenly flattened. Arthur had taken his last breath. At last, Olivia could no longer endure it. Stumbling backward, she collapsed onto the floor.