Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

The Child stands rigid before the largest tear in the air, a jagged rip revealing not sky, but a chaotic, churning vortex of color and void. The Weaver’s tapestry. Or what’s left of it. Their small hands clutch the Mirror shard, knuckles white. Their usual soft light is frantic, strobing. "Go," I rasp, the word scraping my raw throat. "Slow it down. Anchor… I’m here." The promise feels flimsy, stupid, against the unraveling roar. They don’t look back. Just step into the tear. Vanished. Leaving me alone. Alone with the screaming air and the threads.

She vents her frustrations, voice getting louder and angrier. "Chill out Lea. I know times are tough for you, but it hasn't been easy for me or my son. You don't know how toilsome and depressing it was for me losing the only man I'd truly loved. It's even worse for my son, who has been crying everyday missing his dad. Now he's going to be fatherless and I'm a widow. So you're not the only one that is grieving here." She explains. "I can't take this anymore." She said.

Tears streamed down her chin, pattering on the ground like heavy rain. "Don't call me Father." The flower swayed gently, descending onto his hand as he picked up the child. "You're no longer my daughter." For the very first time, Miracle saw a drop of tear slip from his cold eye and fall on the spot where he planted the mark. "Sorry, little one. Forgive me for this curse of forbidden love," he murmured, his voice heavy with regret as he tightened his grip on the magnolia. Realizing what he was going to do, the remaining immortals immediately protested.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the room. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and looked down at the shattered remains of my phone. No contact with Abby and Mira. No way to check on her. I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat refused to go away. The Fane family had taken everything from me. My pride, my dignity. And now, they wanted to take my family too. I thought I could handle anything but not this, certainly not this. If escaping was the only way out of this hell I put myself in, then I might as well face any consequences that comes after.

she muttered. She picked up a small rock and tossed it into the water, watching the ripples spread. "He doesn’t understand the urgency of this!" she gritted her teeth. "Calm down? That’s all he had to say?" She clenched her fists. "They killed my parents! They made me an orphan!" Her voice echoed through the trees, raw with pain. Then—something strange happened. The water in the lake rose, swirling unnaturally before going completely still. Hazel gasped, scrambling backward. "What the hell…?"

Max's mental health suffered greatly, and he realized that he needed professional help to heal. Max made the difficult decision to take a year-long leave of absence from the academy to focus on therapy and recovery. During this time, he sought out the expertise of grief counselors, psychologists, and trauma specialists who could help him navigate the complex emotions and trauma resulting from the accident. Max's therapy sessions were filled with tearful reflections, intense introspection, and painful reliving of the tragic events. As Max gradually started to open up about his feelings of guilt and remorse, he learned coping mechanisms to manage his overwhelming emotions. Therapeutic techniqu

“Just cry. You know I’ll never leave you. I’m right here.” I hugged her and sobbed quietly. “I-I’m getting tired…” Claire rubbed my back, and I wiped my tears away before smiling at her. “It’s not over yet, Claire, because I found Sophia is an illegitimate child,” I said. I nodded as her eyes widened. “F-ck?!?”

Her eyes were brimming over with tears as she shook her head distractedly, trying to clear her dazed and shocked mind. Taking her chin in one hand, Devlin raised her head to meet his eyes, but his expression changed when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks. Struck with shame, Sarah squirmed away from him and rushed onto the terrace. In the cold night, she laid for a very long time, staring blankly into the space, her body tortured and racked with pain as the humiliating tears came down uncontrollably, wetting and leaving stream marks on her cheeks. She had no idea why she was crying. The only thing she knew was she was mourning over her heart which was no longer hers. Her heart was claimed

"Me? You should have called me. You should have talked to me and asked about things that you need to do." "Rhane If I knew how to reach you, maybe I would have called you. I don't have any definite contacts to keep in touch with. You know what? I have the feelings that I still have my parents; they are alive, but I can't get any support from them. I have a brother, but you are far away from me. But that's okay, because I know it's for your future. Rhane I have no one left here since you decided to leave and live your own life away from us. I felt like a child abandoned in a corner that no one was willing to reach out and help." I wiped my tears dry because I felt the pain of being alone.

Danger. "No," Ashiel said, his voice final. "You're not going. Not now." His eyes dropped to her belly. "I have to," Liora said softly. "If the crack grows, everything we fought for could unravel. I'm the only one who can see it. I'm the only one who might be able to fix it." "It's too risky," Ronan agreed with Ashiel. "Let me and Ashiel go. We'll check it out." "You wouldn't even see it," Liora said. "It's not a physical hole. It's a tear in the story. I have to be the one to go."