Sorrows Sorrows Prayers Novels & Stories

Maybe if I prayed for days I might just get what I want, eternal peace. The words echoed in the emptiness of my apartment, bouncing off the walls and coming back to mock me. Sorry wouldn't bring that man back. Sorry wouldn't wash the blood from my hands. Sorry wouldn't do anything! It was a useless word created and offered to helpless people, to try and soothen their pain. And that was the only thing I could offer right now. So I stayed there, in my own filth, rocking back and forth and muttering the word 'sorry' more times than I could remember. I didn't know how long I stayed there, crumpled against my door, crying until there were no tears left. Minutes? Hours? I wasn't sure as I lifted m

“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.

Her eyes filled with sorrow, and I felt the pain. “I’m so incredibly sorry, my love,” I whispered. My voice was thick with regret. I was waiting for all the info and proof I needed to debunk Krystina’s lies. I’m sorry. Please let me hold you, baby,” I beg. The pressure in my eyes intensified, a desperate, silent plea trapped behind a wall of unshed tears.

I can’t let them die for me. I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat My breath shudders. I can feel the frost licking at my fingertips, creeping over my skin like death is trying to claim me one inch at a time. But it’s not fear that grips me, it’s sorrow. I failed Sofia. I should have been careful. I should have been smart. I let it all fail and she'll forever blame herself for it. Despite the sorrow and defeat, I still pray to the moon Goddess to show mercy, to send someone that can actually find a way to stop this before it's too late.

She was engulfed in profound sorrow. "Please open up," I pleaded, my voice filled with desperate longing. Yet, the door remained resolute, a barrier between us. "Please, Lora," I implored, my composure wavering. Silence enveloped us, save for the faint sound of her stifled sobs. The mere sight of her anguish shattered my heart into countless pieces, an unbearable ache that gripped my very being.

Gratitude. She opened her mouth, but this time, no broken lullaby came out. She sang a single, clear, perfect note. A note of release. A note of farewell. Then, she faded, and the fog lifted, revealing a calm starry night. The broken melody was gone, in its place was a profound, peaceful silence. The Siren of the Sorrows was finally at rest. On the journey home, the world felt lighter. The thread of sorrow had been cut.

But the resemblance in build, in posture… it haunted her. One afternoon, while Kai was in his office handling trades, Elara sat on the balcony, hand on her stomach, whispering another awkward prayer. “God… if you’re listening again. Please protect Sophia. She’s going down the same road I did. I don’t want her to end up broken like me. And please… let this baby be okay. I’m so scared I’ll lose this one too. I need this child. I need someone to love who isn’t trying to own me completely. Amen.” She was beginning to feel comfortable praying.

She shot a smug look at Zayne and Emma as the door was slammed shut. Emma rushed over and pulled me up, her eyes already red. "How could she do this to you?! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have spoken up so recklessly." I wanted to shake my head, but the painful sensation flared up. My vision blurred, and I passed out. - I woke to the sound of Emma crying. Zayne's leg looked infected, and he had a fever, too. Emma was so frantic she nearly threw her phone as she shouted, "This was your stupid idea, and now you're the one passing out?!"

“She has some broken bones, a lot of bruising, and a bleed on her brain.” I watched him sink back in disbelief. “The baby?” He asked quietly. Tears welled in my eyes; I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I simply shook my head. A harrowing scream rumbled from Damian. It broke the barrier holding my tears as his started flowing also. His eyes darkened as he looked up at Prue. “Damian, I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt them. Father wanted to get rid of them and his words were circling in my head and...”

Michael's voice rang out from behind, followed by Maria’s giggles. Even as I stepped into the street, even as I walked further away, they mocked me from the window. Their voices chased me all the way home. By the time I reached my house, I could barely breathe. My chest felt tight, like my ribs were caving in, crushing whatever was left of me. I collapsed behind the door, pulling my knees to my chest, my body shaking with sobs. I cried for hours. Yelled into the emptiness. But no matter how much I screamed, I couldn’t drown out the echoes of their laughter in my head.