Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

Legends held that it was forged in the heart of a dying star and that only those of pure strength and courage could wield its influence without being consumed. "The Obsidian Tear?” Mason’s voice was rough with disbelief. “I thought that was just a myth… a story told to pups to keep them in line.” Elena’s gaze sharpened. “It’s not just a story, Mason. The Tear was last seen centuries ago, wielded by an Alpha who could bend the shadows to his will. It’s said to reveal the truth of one’s soul—to amplify what lies within.”

Astrid breathed. "How do we even begin?" "One thread at a time," I said, forcing calm into my voice. "Mira, map it. Show us the full extent of the damage." Mira's power flowed outward, shadows reaching into the tear, probing its depths. The darkness responded to her touch, revealing a structure invisible to the naked eye. "It goes deeper than it looks," Mira said, her voice strained. "The visible tear is just surface damage. Beneath, the Veil is fractured in a dozen places. Like a spiderweb crack in glass." "Can we heal all of it in an hour?" Cara asked. "We have to." I squeezed their hands.

atleast I have you rio what will happen if I don't have you also why we both became orphans like this how happily we used to be though I'm happy now as you're here to support me in this situation but in past our giggles, silly fights with eachother mom used to be supporting me you acting like hurted the way teases eachother the dreams we had together thinking a new member adding to our family but soon everything and every dream of ours turned into ashes I used to be proud of myself as I have everything may be even good became jealous of me as he stolen everything from me what a life of mine untill I met him I don't know what is meant by pain what is seriousness in my life I use to think the

“That is not a small thing, Sophia.” “It feels like nothing. It feels like ash.” I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. I clenched them into fists, my short nails digging half-moons into my palms. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the other kind. “And I can still feel it, Kael. The Tear’s power. It’s not a tool I put away. It’s… a current. Always flowing just beneath my skin. I could call it up right now.” I turned my head to look at him, my eyes aching with exhaustion. “I could become that… vessel again. That conduit for a goddess’s grief.”

Thankfully, the broken phone landed on the slope above and caught the attention of the other students. "Logan's down here! He fell off the cliff! He didn't leave! Hurry, let's save him!" I let out a long breath of relief. Thank God, I'd always treated my classmates well. It seemed my goodwill had made them willing to help me. The group hastily made their way down the mountain. Just as everyone was preparing to help me, Keith suddenly cried out, "My Tear of Orion is missing! My mother gave it to me on my 18th birthday. It's worth hundreds of millions!"

As far as I knew he was the only person I had ever dated that couldn't be with their soulmate and was perfectly fine with being with me instead, we are both a second option to the other and we have come to terms with that. Tears began to stream from the corners of both my parents eyes as my mom answered, "But he doesn’t Adrian, the tears on your face say that loudly enough. Just come with us, okay?" She waited for me to answer as she held her arms open wide for me to come into her embrace. After a moment's hesitation I thought through the alternative and choked on the air I was breathing, nodding my head slowly I looked up at my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend's, face.

Her tear gland must have dried out. No more tears came for she had been crying for long. She had blown her nose over and over that it was beginning to get sore. She was torturing herself searching for answers she would never find. How would she move on from here? Her life would be totally screwed up without him. She would be wretched. He was the only reason she breathe. In Tesot, she had found the greatest satisfaction of her life. She had found a man of her dreams, perfect in every sense, meeting every bit of component of an ideal husband of her childhood fantasies. She had found love much more fulfilling than anything.

Something irreversible. “Start with his hands,” I said coldly. Leandro didn’t hesitate. The crack of bone came sharp and sudden. Antonio’s scream followed. It was raw, tearing through the room as his finger bent the wrong way, skin splitting under pressure. I didn’t look. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t need to.

“I severed ties.” His eyes softened at my scar, but hardened with worry. “Lycan Xander is gone.” "And I tore him out.” He shook his head. "Madness won't rebuild you." I nearly laughed. "Better I rip him from my heart than my life." He exhaled. "Then we begin healing." The twins stirred, drawn near. Pearl clutched my skirt. “Mama?” I knelt. Held them close. The bond—their bond—was stronger than any ritual.