Spinel Crying Novels & Stories

“My babies, no, you're not dying. You're going to be fine, alright? You’re going to be fine.” “Mother, it hurts.” They both whimpered, their voices growing hoarse as their lungs began to stiffen. Their faces were pale, eyes glossy with tears, lips trembling with fear. Sariel clutched his chest, gasping for breath. “It burns…” he coughed. “Please… *cough cough*… make it stop.” The sickening cracks of bones filled the air as their bones shifted, their fingers stretching and fusing together, the skin splitting into deep grooves.

Grace sneered, still with a sardonic look and her guard not yet down. "Justin always gives me the best he can." Celine plunged the spoon full of the delicious spaghetti. Chewing voraciously as if she was starving. She did not care if there was a lot of creamy sauce splattered around her mouth from the spaghetti. What she wanted to show was innocence and helplessness if Celine was not hidden immediately.

Crystal’s POV I winced and let out a yell as my mother helped me settle down. I shut my eyes hard trying not to think about the pain shooting through my arm right now but it's kind of hard to ignore a fire when you're the one getting burnt. I was back in my tent, sitting upright on the sleeping bag. I looked up at her. My eyes were blood shot but at least I had stopped crying. So much for being tough and defiant but who wouldn't burst into tears after literally getting their bone snapped in two.

“Wait.” Keiran paused. Spiro reached to his neck and removed a thin chain I had not noticed before. Hanging from it was a tiny black scale pendant, no larger than the nail of my thumb. It looked dark at first, but when it caught the light, I saw faint lines of deep blue running through it, like night holding lightning under its skin. Spiro held it out to Keiran. “Wear this,” Spiro instructed. Keiran looked at the pendant, then at him. “What is it?”

After enduring so much Pain and wasn't able to withstand it, he let out a mighty cry. "Argggggggggghhhhhhh!!" "What happened, what's happening to you?!" Spiro who was having a quiet time sipping the water out of the rock rushed towards Vic as he heard him cry out. < Quest completed > < First New Quest Completed > < Quest rewards: ... .. . .. .. .. >

“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.