Soul Cries Novels & Stories

The world outside seemed to make fun of me, with all the orange shadows that rose to the eaves of the window, confirming that that was my destiny; fire, blood and ashes. I lay down with the loudest chords of that sad and touching song, which talked about taking an angel by the wings and begging for another time of life, begging him to stay. I still had the crown in hand when I felt the music touch my soul, when a chorus of voices whispered the song like a prayer, and I cried. I cried for the music and the sadness I felt in Vraxlon's words. I cried for the human bodies that died before that one and for the weight it meant to carry that soul. I cried for understanding the revolt of the lesser

He smiled and took her into the room. Soo-Yun dropped herself on her bed. Tears were falling down her eyes and she didn’t care. She was hurt; she was emotionless. She was numb; she was shattered. Her soul was not with her anymore, a body without a soul. “Why me?” she sobbed harder and placed her palms on her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear her voice. Jun-Sang gripped the doorknob as he heard Soo-Yun quiet sobs. He rested his head on the door and closed his eyes before heading to his room.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

His face was contorted with wounds and there was anger in his gaze that could destroy everything around him. Breathing heavily, he felt nothing but a terrible hunger, which had managed to form a hole in his stomach. Spasms and nervous tremors of his arms and legs made him growl slightly, as if he was a wild animal. And when the pain all over his body became unbearable, he stopped in front of a brick wall, which was soaked in blood and something else. Hearing his heart beating, he covered his ears with his hands and, opening his mouth, made a strange sound. He had run out of tears a long time ago. He will never be able to cry and laugh again either. He knew that this world had turned him

If I would have gotten my head out of my ass, I might have realized how bad I was hurting her before it got this far. Shit I really fucked up, and I clutched her closer to me tightening my embrace trying to pour the entirety of my love back into her as I place a passionate kiss on the top of her head. I begin to rock my mate willing her life back into her, and it startles me when I hear someone sobbing with such agony it’s frightening. Then I realize it’s me I am sobbing for my little Rose bud whose pulse is extremely faint, and who’s light breathing is crushing every piece of my soul.

The revelation leaves him emotionally exposed, as he bares his soul to the universe, expecting answers that remain elusive. His cries, fueled by the cocktail of pain, jealousy, and unbridled emotion, resonate in the desolate space. The anguish in his voice transcends mere sound, becoming a visceral manifestation of his shattered heart. In this moment of vulnerability, even the heavens seem to mourn, mirroring Shane's inconsolable grief. Yet, despite the emotional catharsis, the searing ache within him persists, refusing to be assuaged by the torrent of tears and cries that echo through the void.

His heart shattered into a million pieces even though he kept a brave front. With a broken heart, Chris returned the package, “anything else you want to say” he wouldn't break down in front of this man, never. “You can keep them.” “They are not mine.’ rubbing his eyes to push back the tears that were threatening to fall. “you won Mr. Delacrioux, congrats. Now may I take my leave.” Selena's father looked at Chris for a second. He felt pity, probably guilty, doubt crept in, was it really worth it. Shaking off the feeling, he could not stop now, his pride was more important to him “I heard your mother has kidney failure.”

She'd lived with that thought, she'd masked her emotions and sometimes she really didn't know what she was feeling or what she wanted to feel. When the tears stopped pouring out, she scoffed at how pathetic she must look, sitting on the floor, crying. Why? Why was she crying? Over something silly as no-one ever sitting her down to ask about how she felt, she almost slapped herself. That was the thing about the tears, once they began to pour out, they don't stop and when they finally do, you're left feeling silly and pathetic about letting the first drop fall in the first place.

Soul-shattering. I scream her name, but it’s swallowed by the void. My hands reach for her again, but it’s like trying to grasp smoke. Falling to my knees, broken, watching her fade, the pleading look in her eyes burning into my soul. It’s unbearable. I can’t save her. I never can.

I whisper. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hold for ten seconds, then release. I did this until my heart calmed ddown. I felt like I needed that. I needed to do that. It helped me cope I think. I hear a wooden squeak. I turn and see Soul standing on the frame of the door with such a pained expression. His eyes glistened with tears until they fell down silently. But they didn't hold sorrow, or loss, they held sadness and longing. "Are you okay Soul?"