Neytiri Crying Novels & Stories

Newborns taken from their mothers and families and left to starve to death, or thrown into rivers. There were only two other recordings of the "Crying Moon" or "Weeping Goddess" as some have referred to the night show. Both times, the same things happened and with more or less casualties. None of the recordings state anything other than each one started with a fight for power. It is stated in the old scriptures that should you see this sighting you need to do either one of two things. Run, or prepare for death and destruction.

I don't know how long I stood there outside in verandah, away from the crowd of people. The cold wind kissing my face, reminding me back to reality. But still I can't get my head into clarity. Everything was blur. After having enough energy to walk, I move towards the corner of verandah. There he was.... In the lap of grandmother who was trying to soothe him. He was crying hysterically. His beautiful black eyes were pouring tears, his curled eyelashes were all wet from crying. His face holding hundreds of emotions that I can't understand.

Then. He lowered the dagger. "...Interesting." Everyone in the hall gasped. Even Riven looked surprised. "Why are you crying?" His voice was calm. Somehow... That made it even scarier. "Why wouldn't I cry?" I gritted through clenched teeth, glaring at him. Then, almost instantly, I switched back to my pitiful expression. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "I've suffered enough for one day..." For a long moment, Nerien simply stared at me.

Another tore through my lips, stretching my smile painfully. Why was the world turning against me in every possible configuration? This isn't supposed to happen, yet it does, and to me. Forcing myself up on trembling knees, I managed to stand and trudge over to Nehza. He was crouched low, casually skimming the charred flesh of the burnt meat. "Nehza," I said, my voice dropping into a chillingly calm register. "You owe me big time." He said before offering a dismissive grunt. I dragged my palms across my face to wipe away the streak of tears.

“How could she be dead? It was just medicine texts. Aithne went through them loads of times and nothing ever happened…” But I wouldn’t answer him anymore. Once upon a time, I would have wiped away his tears. But now, I could no longer touch them. And I didn’t want to, either. His tears had come far too late. Several elders flew over in no time. By then, Parents were crying so hard that they couldn't breathe properly—Mother had even fainted. The head priestess saw the scene and her face twisted with shock and blazing fury. Only Aithne stood to the side, fists clenched, her expression truly terrifying.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

That's why she has been holding her tears, so no one saw her ugly crying face. "HuHuHu… I want to do the best tonight and enjoy the movie." She said between her sobbing. Wang Kai didn't say anything. He keeps caressing her hair slowly. Try to give NiNi warmth and comfort. After thirty minutes of crying, NiNi finally calms down. Wang Kai can see the ruined makeup. Her eyes turn black like a panda. "Why did they gang up and bully me tonight, did I that bad?" NiNi pout, still enjoying the warmth inside Wang Kai's embrace.

He clings to her neck and that makes Nina Morrison's tears flow out of eyes. "Auntie, why are you crying?" Nelson asks with his child's tone, holding out his chubby little hands to wipe her tears. Nina Morrison sniffs, "There is sand in Auntie's eyes..."

The heat of the water brings warmth back into my blood. Behind me he lathers shampoo into my wet hair. His fingers massage my scalp. He pours water on my head to wash it off. When I close my eyes, I see the other car flipping into the air and crashing upside down. The shattered glass, the bent metal. My eyes snapped open. That could have easily been us. “Fuck stop crying” Niko whispers in my ear. I didn’t know I was crying again. “What do I have to do to make you stop crying, I’d do anything” a broken sound escapes my lips at that. I burry my face in my palms as sobs wreck over me, I don’t even know why I’m crying. I just cry.

She turned, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight. "I didn't mean to," Nira choked out between sobs. "I tried to hold the scream, but I-I-I couldn't." Denzel, understanding the unintended consequences of her supernatural outburst, pulled her into a comforting embrace. "It's okay, Nira. You didn't know this would happen."