Spinel Crying Novels & Stories

But then she sees it—his shoulders shaking. Riley Griffin is crying.

“Yeah. Safe drive.” I made it to my room before the tears hit. Locked the door, slid down it exactly like last night, and cried so hard my whole body shook. Not angry crying. Not even the laughing-then-crying kind we’d done during research. Just pure, gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop. My wolf howled inside my head, mourning, and I couldn’t even tell it to shut up. I cried until my eyes swelled shut and my throat was raw. Cried for the knot and the silver thread and the moon water and the blood we spat out laughing. Cried because we’d fallen in love trying to fall out of it, and now he was gone and I was alone and the bond was still there, wide awake and aching.

This was real. “Selene, run…” His voice again. Raspy. Strained. Weak. I clamped a hand over my mouth, forcing myself not to cry out. My entire body was shaking. I pressed my back against the stone wall, but then a searing pain lanced through me. I screamed. It felt like fire erupted along my spine, crawling under my skin like molten steel. My scream tore out before I could stop it, muffled only slightly by the gag I shoved in my mouth. My eyes watered, and I bit down hard to stay silent.

Doesn't he Corel? Corel didn't respond. She had been silent ever since I found out that Kramen was the one who killed our pup; probably too shattered and heartbroken to even speak... Drawing in a long, shaky breath, I tried again, “I, Melinda Spencer; a member of the Moonmist Pack, hereby….. Damn!” I threw up my arms in frustration and stomped. Despite everything Kramen had done, I just couldn’t bring myself to say those words, to reject him.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Before she could recover from her anger, Spike suddenly let out a hoarse scream. Spike saw the photo on his mother’s phone. His eyes widened, and his face turned pale. He looked traumatized as he huddled on the bed. Mable quickly turned off her phone, threw it aside, and held Spike in her arms. “Don’t be afraid, baby. Mommy is here. Mommy is here.” Spike raised his head and looked at his mother with red eyes. Then, he pointed at the phone thrown aside with trembling fingers. Those images were so disgusting!

The loneliness. I put my chained hands over the crystal. Terrible feelings washed over me. I saw Caius pushing me. I felt myself falling. I heard Thorne say "failed vessel." I saw the baby's tiny coffin. Tears filled my eyes. My body shook. The pain was too much. I can't! Veylara cried. It hurts too much! I really can't please tell it to stop My fire was moving wildly. The crystal vibrated. A crack appeared.

My mouth opens in a silent scream as I curl into myself, tears streaming down my face with me being unable to form any words. “Crystalline!” Matrix calls out, dropping the wood and knife to cradle my body. His worried gaze searches my one before moving to my body. I watch as his face goes from tense with worry, to soft with relief as he lets out a chuckle. This idiot has the gulls to laugh while I am in pain.

Extonia murmered as she continued stroking the gem gently. "Eh? That's weird... why... why am I crying?" Extonia asked in a flustered manner as she rubbed away at the tears which rolled down her cheeks. "It... it won't stop... why...? sobs... why am I... sobs... hic..." "Ma... ma... ster...." a voice which resembled the clinking of crystal glasses broke through the soft sobbing, catching Extonia off guard. "E... eh? Huh?" Extonia blinked rapidly as she glanced at the gemstone in her hand that seemingly began to talk.

They turn back and look at me with a grin on their faces, “We certainly hope brother-in-law doesn’t find out.” We stop at a boulder where the crying comes from and we see a pup hugging his knees and crying into them. I crouch down and pull his hands away. He glances up at me and I notice it’s Marcel, the Head Warrior Scar, son. “Marcel sweetie, why are you out here crying? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be alone in the woods?” He nods his head and wipes away his tears on his arm, “I’m sowi, I no do it gain.” He apologises and I nod. I pick Marcel up and put him on my side, “It’s fine sweetie, as long as you don’t do it again.”