Sorrow Rhyme Novels & Stories

Beside him, Vanessa looked down at me, eyes glinting with triumph, her smirk filled with condescension. Karen, exhausted from hurling insults, tossed the wooden ruler aside and collapsed onto the sofa with a frustrated sigh. "If only I’d held firm against Mother’s wishes and never agreed to your marriage! Now look at this mess—bringing a cursed wretch into our family was the worst decision we ever made!" I let out a bitter laugh as I sat on the cold floor. I had endured too much heartbreak in this house—Grandma’s passing, Lucas’s affairs, and in five years, I had lost five children…

“She’s rewriting the tone.” Cathros snarled. “Then we’ll give her something to scream about.” He turned to Kael. “Unleash the Second Voice.” ------ The Sorrowing Choir did not stop. Its dirge curled through the Hollow like smoke slipping under doorways and through cracks in stone. A melody ancient and discordant, it sunk into every corner of the realm, rooting despair where hope once tried to bloom. No scream could pierce it. No prayer could silence it. Even the trees bent inward, as if trying to shut their own ears.

She can say anything to me but she shouldn't have dragged my mother here. I walked towards her quickly and grabbed her both shoulder. I can see her angry expression. I said with a hurtful voice, " is your heart made of stone? How can you bring my mother here!! I am telling sorry whatever I had done. I know sorry isn't enough to justify all those sins I have committed. But, still can't you stop thinking wrong about me!! Aren't you seeing how I am feeling hurt every time whenever you are cursing me!! Can't you see my regrets?" I said all this one go. She tried to say something but I cut her off in the middle.

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

My heart is crying, Sadness, sadness for a girl, For green Forterein, Sadness, sadness makes the heart cry, I will never see her again. Give me wines, wines, wines! When she dies, have me beside her In green Forterein, In addition to my dear, Besides my family. Fly falcons across celestial heights.

Her heart ached, a sharp pang of longing that she couldn’t explain. The moonlight bathed him in a soft, ethereal glow, casting long shadows over the grass as he played. The sound of the flute drifted in gentle waves, the melody both haunting and beautiful. It seemed to carry with it an essence of sorrow, as if the music itself were mourning something—a lost love, a forgotten past, or perhaps an unspoken truth that neither of them had the courage to face.

And distantly, so distantly, a sound. Howling. Anguished, broken howling that shook the very air. My mate. Grieving. “I'm sorry,” I tried to say one last time. “I'm so sorry.” Then even that faded. And there was only— Nothing.

The wind howled fiercely, and Rowena stood at the edge of the cliff in a white dress, swaying perilously. The sea breeze lifted her skirt, making her appear as fragile as glass. "Rowena!" Clarence, Irving, and Luther shouted in panic. "Come back!" Rowena turned to look back, tears streaming down her face. "Clarence, Irving, Luther, Nicholas, I can't bear to leave you, but Karina won't accept me. Since I'm dying anyway, why not end it here? This way, I won't be in her way anymore."

In a daze, Caroline felt a deep sense of sorrow and guilt as Liora continued to weep. "I'm so sorry..." Caroline whispered, trembling, as she held Liora close.

"I can't fail again." Rowena wailed in unspeakable grief. Tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks. Her body shook with uncontrollable sobs. Each tear that fell seemed to carry the weight of thousands of sorrows buried deep within her heart. The pain was so deep, it squeezed her soul mercilessly, as if the world had swallowed her whole.