Nezuko Cry Novels & Stories

Words formed under the frame, making his jaw harden. A GIFT FOR THE LITTLE FAIRY. As Nevea's cry got louder, Zach's eyes bled to golden completely.

Nya couldn’t blame her. She didn’t know what sort of an expression to wear on her face. Crying seemed to fit the weight of the room, but then, she wasn’t moved to tears, not yet. She was too angry for that. It was Nya’s sister, Eru, who cried when she was mad, not Nya. Not usually. For the most part, when she was angry, she just wanted to bust someone in the face. Obviously, that wasn’t going to work either. Nya hung back until the parents noticed her and beckoned for her to come in. “Princess Nya,” the mother said, her voice cracking as she sobbed. “Thank you for coming.”

And now, as soon as I open my eyes again, I saw Zale's crying face. "Why are you crying, Zale?" I asked as I reached out my hand to touch his face. "Because you suddenly--suddenly..." and there he goes, he cried louder. I looked around and see the children tear up as well. "Where's Neven? I need to speak with him." As soon as I said that, Neven went out of the kitchen looking confused. "W-what's wrong?" Neven asked. I showed my arm and there was a wound. A burn. I accidentally went near its fire and got burned. "Can you heal me?" I asked and he shook his head.

Sudden energy rises through our bodies as we absorb the dark energy. I look to where Jiro is standing and saw his once full-of-life eyes... turn lifeless in less than a second, as his violet hair turns darker. He suddenly shouts in pain as a tattoo quickly appears on his lower arm. He fell on his knees the more his pain increased. Then the magic circle under him disappears, leaving him holding his arm before he fell to the ground.

Nikka smiled divertingly. At the other corner someone was also watching them, frowning. He was so disappointed to see Sora being defeated by just a small creature than him. “Useless.” + Inside the room, Zitrey was in complete silent. A reflection of a girl in a mirror was looking at her. Then a vioce of a kid was speaking to his head. It was the Crimson Blade.

A spark of understanding ignited in his eyes, and his gaze snapped back to mine with a newfound intensity. It was as if the mere mention of the word "Cryomancer" had triggered a memory or a connection, and Blaze's entire demeanor shifted in response. His realization was palpable, and I sensed that he was now connecting the dots between the frozen forest and the possibility of a Cryomancer's involvement.

Denise whispered, surprised and confounded as tears began rolling down her eyes. He chuckled softly with his hand extending to her face. “Of course, I will. Where would I go if I’ll not be returning here?” He brushed his thumb on her cheeks, wiping away the tears in her eyes. Releasing a serene calming smile. “You’re still dumb. I see.” Zaetron smiled bitterly, closing his eyes and burrowing his face in his arms on the table. Replaying that memory in his head.

He’d definitely use this to tease Kirin later. Kirin sniffled, wiping at his eyes. “I’m crying for Mr. Nelson... Sir, I know you’re hurting right now. You want to cry, but you can't.” Kevin was gone. Mr. Nelson must have been heartbroken. Yosef crushed his cigarette underfoot. “I don’t want to cry.” He looked at Kirin’s well-developed biceps and frowned. “Stop crying. It’s gross.” Kirin thought, It’s the sound of a breaking heart.

My heart ached. Even after my death, Kenneth still didn’t trust me. Someone had leaked the tragic state of my corpse in the hospital online, causing an uproar. The entire pack was in shock. Everyone whispered among themselves. Their most revered Alpha, Kenneth, had frozen his own Luna to death. In fact, it wasn't just in any season, but it was in the middle of the scorching summer. Everyone knew that the freezer had been faulty long ago. But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death?

I whispered in a hushed tone. Zoe gently tilted my chin upward, her touch firm yet comforting. “Now, cheer up… your grace,” she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding, ensuring I wouldn’t lower my gaze again. Her eyes met mine, filled with warmth and determination, as though she could transfer her strength to me. She smiled, teasing as she added, “Having a long face won’t do you any favors, will it? You wouldn’t want to be remembered like that.” She let out a laugh, light and musical, trying to lighten the mood.