Mourning End Part 1 Novels & Stories

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

"How's he doing, by the way?" "Not great. He keeps acting as if nothing happened and this is the worst thing. He didn't mourn, looking up at the kids. It's important. Mourning is the cruellest and most important part for anyone who loses a loved one. If we skip that step and straight try to move on, it's gonna explode terribly", I whisper, lowering my eyes.

The sound of mournful howls carried through the forest, a haunting tribute to a Luna who had left an indelible mark on their hearts. Richard stood motionless, his gaze fixed upon the wrapped body as it was lowered into the earth. The weight of the moment pressed upon him, threatening to consume him entirely. He could feel the eyes of the entire pack upon him, their collective presence a silent show of support, but the pain in his heart rendered him detached from the world around him because, at the moment, he wasn't their alpha; he was a man mourning the loss of his true and only mate. As the ceremony drew to a close, Richard found himself drawn towards the burial site, his steps slow and he

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

"Farewell, Edward." "Goodbye, Ara," we whispered in unison, our voices heavy with emotion as I gazed into her eyes for the final time. A collective sigh escaped us as the shadows of goodbye were lifted, replaced by the warmth of love. Her eyes fluttered closed, her hand falling limply into her lap. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself as the pain of losing her washed over me once more, just as it did Light Edward. It should have broken him, but in a fleeting moment of heartache, hope emerged. A smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a surge of strength within me.

“This ends now.” ***

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.

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.

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.