Mourning End Part 1 Novels & Stories

As soon as we arrived, Shirley did not waste a second before declaring that she wanted to donate blood. The girl could barely stand on her own, yet she was asking to give a whole liter. I kept my cool, pretending to snooze in my wheelchair. It was not until I heard gasps and shouts that I snapped to attention. Shirley was on the ground, eyes rolled back, body shaking uncontrollably. By the time the paramedics rushed over, she was gone. Hank was a mess after Shirley's death. His eyes were wild as he grabbed me by the throat, demanding, "Yvette, what did you do?"

He's dead. "Colfre?" Morrigan's voice came out of her in a squeak as she realized that the man she was expecting to come back to her was nothing but a cold body. That he will come back to her nothing but a corpse that she will offer an honorary burial. Her sobs slowly rise to her throat as tears streamed down her face unceasingly. Touching the face of the man she loves, looking at his beautiful yet lifeless eyes. "You promised me... You promised me that you will come back to me. Colfre... Why?" Her voice croaks as she combed his hair with her fingers. "Colfre..." She calls him but there was no reply. She hates death the most, she hates how it takes everything away from her. She hates how it

She wondered what he seeing on her or the old man is just being curious of her. The final notes of the sutras faded into the gentle rustle of the wind, leaving a profound silence in their wake. The ceremony, a tapestry of ancient rituals and heartfelt grief, had come to an end. Sarah, her heart heavy, turned to leave, her gaze lingering on the freshly turned earth that now held her grandfather's urn. As she moves, her granduncle, Chairman Vincent Feng, stepped forward, his expression a mixture of grief and something else, something Sarah couldn't quite decipher. He embraced her, his arms warm and strong, a stark contrast to the cold finality of the burial.

Time seemed to freeze as she quickly held the mobile and clicked it, uncertain of what awaited her. She stole a fleeting glance at Noah, his lifeless form lying beside her. Was this the end? The weight of despair pressed down on her, and she slowly pressed his head against her chest, leaning back and closing her eyes. Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. No longer driven by fear, she found an unexpected calmness within herself. If he did not exist, she wouldn't. The prospect of death no longer frightened her, for she had already lost a part of herself in losing him.

I hear Ainsley’s loud sobbing behind us, I turn to look at her and see Jayden holding her, trying to comfort her in the way that he could. It’s really hard to lose someone you love so dearly. I stare at the open grave and watch as they wrap Tori and Adrian in dark cloth, clean and careful. When the time came, Kylian moved first and I stepped forward with him. Together, we lowered her into the earth, the weight of her body familiar now in the worst possible way. The cloth settles. The silence deepens. A few members of the pack begin the low, collective howl of mourning, not loud, not sharp, but long and steady, rolling through the trees like a tide.

The silver scar on his chest disappeared. The End appeared at the entrance. It looked at Cassian. You have chosen. Cassian stepped forward. I choose life. The End smiled. Then live. The darkness disappeared. Cassian fell into my arms. I held him tightly. Our daughter ran toward us. Papa! He lifted her. I'm staying. She hugged him. Good. I laughed through my tears. The Beginning watched us. Then it turned toward the horizon. But there is still one final problem.

Terence rushed to the hospital as the ER doors opened, revealing a body under a white sheet. His legs buckled, his heart seizing. "No," he muttered, shaking his head. "She was fine when she left. How could this happen?" He kept repeating the words, trying to convince himself, but his legs felt like they were cemented to the floor. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to move. The photos his assistant had shown him were too horrific—blood splattered everywhere, the body so drenched in crimson that it was almost unrecognizable.

The journey felt both eternal and fleeting, my mind lost in a labyrinth of emotions and unanswered questions. We traveled across vast landscapes, the changing scenery reflecting the passage of time. The familiar sights of the park drew closer, and my heart grew heavier with each passing mile. Finally, the carriage came to a stop at the entrance of the park, where a gathering of mourners had already begun. Stepping out of the carriage, I was greeted by the hushed whispers of condolences and the solemn faces of our family's closest friends. The air was thick with sorrow, a palpable weight that hung over the park. I took a moment to compose myself, straightening my mourning attire and wiping aw

"Aren't you going to ask who passed away?" "We may be husband and wife, but there's no love between us anymore. Do I really need to spell it out for you? So no matter who in your family passed away, I have no obligation to pay or personally come over. I'm already showing you respect by being here. Don't push it, Zayne." Enduring the pain throughout my body, I walked over, picked up the overturned photo, and tossed it in front of Rosalie. "Take a good look at whose funeral this is and whose urn your lover smashed."

With a deep, guttural cry, he raises his head to the heavens, the name of his beloved escaping his lips in a desperate plea for solace amidst the pain and agony that grips his soul. "Audrey!" At this moment, the harsh realization sets in like a dagger to his heart – Audrey will never again be by his side, their future together forever shattered by the cruel hand of fate. The mere thought of a life without her presence sends a shiver down his spine, leaving him adrift in a sea of loneliness and sorrow. As the priest's solemn words break through the silence, signaling the finality of the moment, four figures approach, their movements purposeful and somber.