Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

The way Kieran had turned his back on him like he was nothing. The way he'd offered me his arm like I was the only person in the world. The way his hand felt on my thigh. The way his cum was still drying on my lips. It was too much. It was all too much and I'd been holding it together with wire and tape and sheer stubbornness for three years and the wire just snapped. The first tear came out hot. Then another. And another. And another. And then I was crying. I was crying for me.

It remained a tight, oily cord wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand toward the horizon. My palm throbbed. The red scar where the Widow’s tether had connected was a raised, puckered map of heat. It was the only part of me that wasn't freezing. "I’m coming for you," I whispered, the words freezing into a puff of mist. The stone on my chest hummed. It wasn't the rhythmic heartbeat of my mother’s gift. It was a low, discordant drone that made my teeth ache. Adaeze had called it The Orphan. A power that didn't belong to the Moon or the Sun. A power that lived in the gaps between bonds.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

Rhea POV My entire body crumbled under the work of his fingers. No matter how much I bit my lip, it didn’t stop the moans escaping my throat. “Since this is your first time taking some real cock, I have to stretch your hole so you won’t end this night with a tear,” he said, sliding a third finger inside me. My head snapped back and my eyes rolled, but that last word snapped my brain open. “Tear?” I choked out between shaky breaths. “Has… gosh… has it happened before?”

Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Orda to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Orda drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Orda said, his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

Akira asked with her hands on her waist. “Give or take six thousand years, but hear me out,those tomatoes were everything to me, but enough of that, Fae's Tear is a rare, crystalline flower that grows in hidden glades, said to contain the tears of the fae. Its essence could be used to heal the emotional wounds caused by the love potion.” “Where is this glade You speak off? How would we get there and if we do, are we going to get there in time?” Orion did not answer, he just walked out the library silently and came back after a few minutes with a flower vase. Ken that Akira happened to recognize.

Erin walked ahead, her posture straighter now, the burden of leadership already settling upon her. But Raynor could see the cracks, the moments of hesitation in her gaze, the fleeting doubt that still lingered despite her outward strength. She had awakened the Wolf God’s power, claimed her place as the Moon’s Orphan, and had taken the first steps toward uniting the clans. But there was something deeper inside her that had been left untouched—something raw, something that needed healing.