Spinel Crying Novels & Stories

“Humans. Always so dramatic. You could just let the Mother sing again. One cry. Your problem’s solved.” “No.” Draven and I say it together. We look at each other. For a second, it’s just us. Mate to Mate. The rest of the world falls away. Then Cael starts crying. Real crying. Baby crying. Scared, tired, overwhelmed. The six Others drop instantly. Hands over their ears. Wrath grunts and takes a knee, Clay clutched to his chest. “Make him stop,” Wrath grits out. “First Blood grief calls the deep roots. If he keeps going—”

“OUR BABY!” His face contorted, brows drawn so tightly it looked like they’d fused, lips curled back in anguish, teeth gritted like a man trying not to collapse under the grief. Tears glistened in his eyes, but they didn’t fall. Not yet. Crystal sobbed uncontrollably behind him, her body curling inward as if she were trying to fold herself away from reality. The mention of their child, their son, being kidnapped pierced her like a blade, and her cry rose with his, a sound of a mother breaking.

CRACK It only took two whips until I was screaming in pain; the silver stripped me of my skin with each hit. And by the time he reached ten, I was losing consciousness, but I couldn’t rest my head from the silver collar that was around my throat. The silver burned my skin, which helped me keep my eyes open. My blood splattered the walls, and I could feel the warmth dripping down my body. I cried loudly; the sound was so animistic as I panted. I looked up to see the spider still on the wall as I lowered my head and cried.

His smile is sick and vile. I take my jacket off and put pressure on the wound. My hands are shaking, red from the blood. Why isn’t anyone helping? They all take their seats, and I am left alone on the floor on my knees, with a puddle of blood appearing. Spider’s breathing becomes shallow, and I can’t stop crying as I put pressure. “Spider, please, hang in there”, I say between tears, and I can hear Chris laughing.

"please, Luna, if you come with me and let me help you I will tell you everything about me." I closed my eyes, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to come out. I could feel the pain inside of me starting to come back and eat away at me. It was too much. It felt as though all the air was being sucked out of me. Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried to hold it all in, but it was no use. The dam broke, and tears streamed down my face. I gasped for air. The pain was too much for me to handle. "it hurts. It hurts too much," I said as I collapsed to the ground, unable to hold back the overwhelming grief that had been consuming me. Spike knelt down beside me, wrapping his arms ar

Agony tore through me like a blade, each word a searing wound that cut into my heart. "He's hurt!" The words echoed like a scream inside my skull, a relentless reminder of the pain that was unfolding before me. "B—Bonbon!" My cry was a raw, guttural sound, ripped from the depths of my soul as I witnessed my small friend's suffering. "Id—Idrish strong. Id—Idrish f—f—fight!" A single tear welled up in Bonbon's eye, a shimmering testament to his anguish. Pranaiahn tears were a rarity, carrying the weight of profound longing and sorrow. Their single eyes rarely shed tears, but when they did, those tears held emotions that were both beautiful and devastating.

Dylan and Miren, are both trembling at Kyra's painful death. Miren felt like she was about to drown when she grabbed a big piece of wood, she turned around, bursting into tears as she buried her face in Dylan's lap. Her cry was so loud, it was like a scream full of pain, tearing Miren's immature throat. She kept crying, she kept crying, her painful cry made everything in pain.

Noel screamed. “You can,” Vincenzo growled, fucking him with his fingers and licking him with relentless rhythm. “You will.” Noel sobbed his name. “Vincenzo!” “That’s it, cry for me.” Tears spilled from Noel’s eyes as his thighs trembled. The pressure built so fast he barely had time to breathe. “I…I’m gonna…” “Do it.” Noel shattered.

The spoon clattered; the world spun. "What? No!" I screamed, the sound primal, tearing from my depths. My vision blurred with hot tears as I clutched the counter, nails scraping wood. Pain exploded... a physical agony, like my own heart was failing, ribs cracking under the weight. I slid to the floor, curling into a ball, sobs wracking my body so violently I gasped for air.

My spine curved, my lips stretched in a cry that died before it found sound. Ligaments snapped, tendons strained, and I felt myself unraveling from the inside out. My talons clawed into the dirt, the ground my only tether to reality. Agony hit me like a freight train — implacable, brutal, the kind of pain that felt like it would tear me piecemeal. My body arched back, my mouth opening in a laugh that no way left my throat. Bones cracked, muscles tore, and I felt like I was being torn in two. My fritters dug into the earth as though it was the only thing holding me together.