Soul Cries Novels & Stories

‎And then I cried. ‎Not pretty tears. ‎Ugly, wrenching sobs that tore out of me like shrapnel. ‎For Elena. ‎For Elias. ‎For the girl I used to be before I walked into Luxe Meridian and sold my soul for a brother who kept choosing death over me. ‎I cried until there was nothing left. ‎Until the room was dark again and the ocean outside roared like it wanted to swallow the whole house. ‎I didn’t hear the door open.

POV: AIRYS A loud, torn, brutal roar echoed in my mind. It was a sound that broke any resistance. It carried pain, rage, and despair all at once. Those red eyes returned to my memory: dull, lost, cold, and… empty. I felt as if something inside me had broken. As if something vital had been ripped away. My chest hurt. My soul screamed. Silent growls, soundless sobs. My entire body curled inward. Something hot and wet rolled down the side of my face. I was crying. Even without fully understanding why, my body reacted as if it had been shattered.

Crying in the Club - Camila Cabello 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 My body immediately weakened, I'm not ready to face another disaster. For whatever reason, my body and soul are tired of facing calamities that continue to eat away at my entire body. I'm tired. Oh my God ... I wanted to scream, but my body was too weak to scream.

My knees hit the floor first and my arms rose up to my sides. “Moon goddess. Ancestors. Mother. Universe. Please, I ask, accept my soul. It is stained. It is dark but I plead. Accept my soul.” The tears poured and they were of such deep pain. They were of intense grief. I let them run but none came after.

It reminded him of the sky of that day when she died. And then those sobs turned into screams. Wails. Cries. As he sat on his knees, eyes on the sky and body shook with every sob. Every painful cry. Every dead lying beneath the ground heard his painful cries. It made them wonder what pain must have reached that soul to cry like that. With such pain. Such helplessness. Such agony. He fell. His head fell on the grave as now his tears fall on the mud freely. He fell on the grave as if he was hugging his mother. His sobs died down. His cries down.

I say wiping my eyes again, I’m the alpha, I’m the wolf, I should be strong enough not to cry over the fact that James might be dead now, more tears started to fall down my face again. “It’s okay to cry,” she assures me, wiping the tears away, any wolf who had any respect to themselves would never cry, even if a whole pack might have died by now, but after getting your soul, when the said soul is sitting on the bed right next to me, I can’t help the tears that are going down my face, I can’t help all the tears of hurt and the pain. “I shouldn’t be crying, but he might be dead,” I tell my soul, my little soul, my sensitive soul.

So I replied to her, "Okay ma'am" She got mad at me, "Please stop calling me ma'am". So I laughed and said, "ok Ira. By the way, when you're going to find someone who will do this taking care of things for you." "You know what, I am also searching for my soul but my soul is far away from me. Actually, my soul is playing hide and seek with me." she smiled and started her way toward the lift.

Each one had driven into his broken soul like a poisoned needle. When Sylas had used his soul as a bargaining chip, he could hear Aria's voice come through the line, shaking with grief she could barely contain. At that moment, Thayne had thrown every scrap of spiritual power he had left into one desperate attempt to scream or say anything that might stop her.

I can do this, I can help them, even if I can’t be there physically to do it. I sigh as I tilt my head back and let the water wash over my face, removing the tears from my face. I slowly look down at my hands and see blood. My eyes widen as I try to scrub the blood off, but the move I scrub the more drips from my hands. I know this is in my head, but I look down and see the blood travelling down my legs. My body is dripping with blood. I sink to the floor and pull my knees to my chest as I watch the red turn pink as it swirls down the drain. I blink and look again and the water is clear when I hear it the screams and cries of my people. I clutch my head and squeeze my eyes shut and I see the

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" ~