Spinel Crying Novels & Stories

“LYANNA!” Her bones… snapped. Her spine… twisted. Her fingers… curled unnaturally. Aria screamed. “Sebastian…Sebastian she’s turning! SHE’S TURNING!” “But she’s sixteen…!” Caius shouted. “Impossible…!” “Unheard of…!” Pack members stumbled back in shock. Lyanna writhed on the floor, tears streaming down her face as her bones cracked repeatedly, violently, painfully. Aleron and Ronan, still in wolf form, snarled in panic, pacing around her, their bodies frantic and trembling.

I want to scream, I want to cry, but I don’t even have the energy to produce tears anymore. The despair strangles me like a noose around my neck as I watch Invidia lift my shirt, ready to jam another needle inside me. Her eyes turn obsidian, her golden pupils glinting at me with disgust when suddenly a soft lilac-blue stone hanging around her neck begins to glow. She quickly looks down at it, her head snapping up as her face contorts with panic. She stands up straight, clutching her scalp frantically when I feel an intense, cold energy blanket the room, radiating with power.

She was quelling herself from crying for the past two months because she wanted to show her family that she's fine, she's strong enough to handle the pain. But for some reason, she felt safe crying in front of Xander. Maybe she wants him to feel more guilty for causing this. Maybe she wants him to know how painful it is to lose a child. Maybe the atmosphere is just letting her let out her miseries. Whatever is the reason, she wouldn't know exactly. She bawled her eyes out as she thought she had been through this stage but she was absolutely wrong.

Doubt gnawed at him, and he began to question everything he had known. A deep, guttural howl escaped Jaden's lips, reverberating through the cold, stone walls of the dungeon. It was a cry of pain, a primal expression of his shattered spirit. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the dirt and grime that adorned his face. At that moment, he felt utterly alone, abandoned not only by the love of his life but also by hope itself.

Tears and tears had been overflowing down from the corners of Sumico’s eyes. “You’ve obviously known that I’m intensely allergic to the red orpiment. I can even die and lose my life just because of red orpiment. Why did you still put it into the food which I’m going to eat, Sumico Darling? Why do you do this to me?” Slight tears was also seen rolling down from the corners of Virando’s eyes. Disappointment, sadness and sorrow were mixed one after another underneath the quagmire of his mind, thought, feeling and perception.

She roared in anger and made to choke my neck, a piercing light suddenly shuns from the necklace around my neck, blocking her sight "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The supreme Alpha screamed in pain, she fell down and passed out.

Powders. There is a mobile hanging over the crib. It isn't plastic animals. It is crystals. Tiny, faceted crystals that catch the light from the hallway and scatter rainbows across the yellow walls. Spadino. Only Spadino would hang diamonds over a baby. I sink to the floor. I sit on the cream rug. I cover my mouth with my hand. They knew. They all knew. Or they hoped. Or they suspected. And they didn't prepare a cage. They didn't prepare a prison.

~Celina~ I snapped my head up hearing someone clear their throat and saw Fiona standing there with an awkward grin on her face. I flushed, turning my face and wiping the tears away. Damn traitor hormones. “It’s okay, babe. I wouldn’t ever judge you. You can cry all you want if that makes you feel better,” Fiona said gently, patting my back, and my tears fell harder, my lips wobbling as I tried to speak. “I swear I am not a crybaby. I am just… I don’t even know why these stupid tears aren’t stopping!”

MIRABELLA I’m so startled I let out a tiny squeak, and immediately the sound leaves my lips, I curse myself for it, because the sound sets off another round of laughter behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, blinking hard against the tears that burn at the back of them, desperate not to let them spill. I don’t want them to see me crying. I don’t want them to know just how much this has gotten to me.

Her voice wavered, and before he could react, she let out a choked sob, her shoulders shaking. Panic shot through him like a bullet. He quickly stood up, consoling his wife. “Hey, hey, don’t cry, love.” He cupped her cheeks, tilting her head up. “It’s okay. I’ll find you one, okay? Just—please don’t cry.” Jade sniffled, her lower lip trembling. “But you just said they don’t exist.” Ceynol exhaled sharply, already grabbing his phone. “Then I’ll find a way to make one exist.”