Nagatoro Cry Novels & Stories

"Mother..." ~~~~~ The wave of nausea crashed over Natalia so strongly that she couldn't halt the groan that ripped from her throat as cramp clenched inside her abdomen. She was vaguely aware of Dara speaking her name, however her eyes swung to the dark cloud in the seat opposite her, her breath catching at the rigid body language of the male before her. "No..." she croaked the word out, even knowing it was too late. Agony rose like a spectre of death, fangs elongating and dark black talons curling from his fingertips.

[Little girl,... I repent for my sin now. I'm so sorry. Don't be mad at me anymore. Please???? meow...meow.. meow...] The raindrops insidiously ram at the roof producing a hammering sound while Nero's soft meowing harmonize perfectly with it making the night too nostalgic. "Stop acting cute Nero. You know me, it's my weakness." [I know right??? And I'm playing my card well. So don't be mad anymore...Please???? Peace be with you... meow...meow..meow..]

And she breaks. It’s not just a cry of grief. It’s a sound that shakes the heavens. A wail so raw and agonizing that the witches drop to their knees. Even the flames recoil, flickering as if the fire itself can’t bear her grief. The wolves whimper in pain, some falling where they stand. The Wendigos snarl, thrown off balance. She runs to Nate, crying over his broken body. Sobs wrack through her. Her voice doesn’t sound like her own. It’s the heart-wrenching cry of a woman who lost her mate. And I almost wish I hadn’t woken up.

He removed his shirt and tied her bleeding head. "Hina...hey you have to be strong okay? Please". "Di... Diego... I am sorry". Hinata cried faintly. Damon yawned loudly as he watched Antonio crying over Hinata. "I guess I was expecting too much from you...this is not as exciting as I had imagined...what in Romeo and Juliet is going on here?" Antonio kept crying, hugging Hinata's cold body. "Why? Why? Why!" He cried silently. "This is all my fault".

I pleaded desperately before I moaned against his lips. I tranced my fingertips from his hair down the side of his face before cupping the side of his face in the palm of my hand. It was quite dark, but I could just make out the outlines of his face, his straight nose, and his firm lips. He’s so handsome and so precious. It was difficult for me to believe that he was now mine. I giggled a little, but it sounded more like a sob. My eyes widened in confusion when I felt warm wetness slide down my cheeks and realized that I had started to cry. Reiner realized this immediately and I felt his worry immediately. “Natalia. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Reiner asked as his entire body froze on

Dreygur didn't realize the tears forming in his eyes and flowing spontaneously on his cheek. Cataleia, who is sitting across from him could see his despair and was now badly hurt. She silently looked at the man who was weeping little by little and broke out in anguish cries. Each groan was heavy and Cataleia could feel the weight he had in his chest. It was the first time she saw him cry, and she didn't expect him to cry either. Cataleia gritted her teeth. She was full of anger and envy towards Sumire because this was the only person that made Dreygur cry like this and Sumire didn't know it yet. She wanted to sit close to Dreygur. She wanted to stand next to him and comfort him, to tell him

I growled, feeling a complex mixture of relief and annoyance. Natalie looked at me then, her green-gold eyes luminous with unshed tears. The sight of her tear-streaked face defused my anger immediately, replacing it with a strange tenderness I wasn't prepared for. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't think you'd wake up." I shook my head, exasperation warring with bewilderment. "Normal wolves don't cry for fun, Natalia." "I wasn't crying for fun," she insisted. "I was testing my healing progress."

Nora reached out, but the moment her fingers brushed the air, the vision shattered like glass. She was falling again, back into the storm. She woke to find herself at the crater’s edge once more. Grayson and Lira were nearby, battered but alive. The mist was calmer now, swirling slowly, almost peacefully. Kael’s image stood at the center, fading like smoke. “You did it,” he said softly. “You made it remember peace.” Nora struggled to her feet. “Kael” He looked at her with a tenderness that hurt. “You have to go now. The mountain will close soon.”

The first cry shattered the quiet. I froze, my heart pounding, and my palms slick with sweat. Then came the second wail, higher, lighter, and it pulled something deep out of me. Something raw and wild and new. “They’re here,” Nana Lolita whispered behind her mask, tears shimmering in her eyes.

I took her out of her crib and smiled seeing how beautiful she was. “Hello my baby… why is my Hyacinth crying?” I tried my best to console her. I even tried to play with her in her crib but she wouldn't stop. “Are you hurt somewhere?” I raised her with all my strength. Unlike any other baby, Hyacinth is really gifted. In fact… I am not boasting about her but she might be the most beautiful child in the whole pack. I was giving up on trying to stop her from crying when Tyrone came inside. He looked at me with an eyes trying to figure out what was happening around him.