Sora Crying Novels & Stories

The face right in front of these eyes, in an instant, was wet with tears. In those blue eyes, there is an unbearable pain, like the sky on a stormy day. This pain was like a chain that tied the small person in front of her. Selina looked at this scene, suddenly let go of her hand, and threw Oralie to the ground. She looked down at the girl struggling on the ground, annoyed, and said: - You are not afraid, why are you crying? Oralie struggled on the ground, gasping for a few breaths, seemingly crying without a sound. Her eyes were already filled with tears, each burning drop slowly rolled down her cheek, then shattered into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces.

Vidarr's voice is muffled against Soral's skin. "Keep fighting me and I won't be able to help myself!" He growls harshly. He stops and stares at Soral for several seconds. The stark fear in the omega's eyes, mixed with tears is of utmost satisfaction. "Now, we're both going to sleep, agreed?" Soral face is soaked with tears as he nods fervently. "I w_won't fight, I_I promise." Soral lips tremble as tears effortlessly continue to leak down his face, the barbarian wipes them off with a stroke of his thumb

The sound of a baby's soft cry filled the meadow. Sora's face glowed with kindness, and Sage felt a warmth in his chest. She sat under a big oak tree, leaning against the trunk, and gazed lovingly at the baby girl in her arms. The baby, Octavia, grabbed Sora's hair with her tiny fingers and giggled softly.

" Don't stray to far away for your mate may not stay the same, crazed and starving they will run away, doomed to their fate to meet the darkness that cannot be kept at bay." Echoing in my mind as I see a bright yellowish light come into view. I stand slowly blinking my eyes, trying to focus on the silhouette that has appeared against the blinding light. I try to shade my eyes with hand hoping it will allow me to get a better view of the thing standing in front of me, when my vision shifts becoming crstyal clear. I see Sarah standing close to the edge of a cliff. The smell of salt hitting my nose, before I register that she's crying. Hearing hear sobs of sadness as she wept. She turns to me w

"You have enough on your plate without adopting my identity crisis." "You've spent months making sure I had somewhere soft to land in this family." Sora squeezed her hand. "Let me do the same for you. Just this once." Miranda's eyes filled, and she blinked hard, embarrassed, the composure she wore like armor cracking at the edges. "I hate crying," she muttered. "I never cry." "I know. That's how I know this is real." ---

Sora wasn’t listening to anyone. Not the fairy guards. Not my father. Not even the Fairy Queen herself.. The wolf’s eyes stayed locked on me as if the rest of the world no longer existed. The corruption surged again beneath my skin. Sora lost what little control he had left. His claws hit the glowing floor hard enough to crack stone as he pushed harder toward me. “No!” Mom shouted again. The symbols around me flickered dangerously. “Johanis, control your wolf!” “I’M TRYING!” We could hear him scream. But Sora wasn’t trying to be controlled.. that was the problem. As he was terrified. I could feel it through the mate bond now beneath all the rage and violence.

Vega screamed even louder, only to wake up from a nightmare. She breathed heavily, and her heart raced badly. It was just a dream, she thought, but the dream seemed so real. Suddenly, she felt something on her eyes, and when she placed her hands on it, she was shocked to find out it was tears. Did she cry for real? "oh no." This wasn't to be taken lightly, this was her first time dreaming about something so dreadful that she cried into reality. "Jackie?" She mind linked her wolf immediately. Her wolf responded just as quickly.

At least Blake had come to her senses. Lydia stood slowly—but then pain struck her. Intense, unbearable pain. Her heart pounded, sweat coated her skin, and her breath became ragged. She fell to her knees. “What’s happening to me?” she gasped. “Circe?” But there was no response. The pain grew worse. She clawed at her gown, tearing it. She tried to call through the mind link—but it was too late. Everything faded. Until strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

I felt Hannah's hold of me loosen and I fell, the sting of the water was burning through the flesh of my wounds. I saw Hannah fell near me she was writhing in pain her body moving underworldly, bones snapping and she stopped and sat down her back turned away from me. I was about to get up and ran but her neck was snapping, bones cracking as she turned her head one hundred and eighty degrees, she was now staring at me. I can feel the tears streaming down my eyes my pants wet, I was so scared, never have I imagined that this will be my death. I know in my heart this is the end, my end. I looked at her my voice cracking "I'm sorry..."