Tainted Sorrow Novels & Stories

“She’s rewriting the tone.” Cathros snarled. “Then we’ll give her something to scream about.” He turned to Kael. “Unleash the Second Voice.” ------ The Sorrowing Choir did not stop. Its dirge curled through the Hollow like smoke slipping under doorways and through cracks in stone. A melody ancient and discordant, it sunk into every corner of the realm, rooting despair where hope once tried to bloom. No scream could pierce it. No prayer could silence it. Even the trees bent inward, as if trying to shut their own ears.

And I drive the shard home. The shard punches deep—blood fountains. The Heart convulses—a wet, shuddering gasp. And finally— It dies. The air shudders, the stones shake, and the pit wails—not with anger, but with grief. Something ancient and rotted and wrong weeps into the dark, and I know—we killed something it loved. Good. Let it mourn. Let it drown in it. I collapse to my knees beside the ruined corpse, blood pouring from a hundred torn seams in my body, the shard clutched tight against my chest.

She lunged at me, claws sinking into my arm, pain spiking, blood gushing from me, but it didn't matter. I had her. The taint came almost willingly, suctioned down into my sorcery, forming a writhing mass at my feet. I shuddered from it even as it raced through me, not hurting me, but stirring my nausea again. I wished there was some way to wash my insides and knew I'd be taking a very long and very hot shower at the first opportunity. But I'd never be clean again.

With every step, her tears fall like a torrent, soaking my shirt and piercing my soul. I want to break something. The weight of her grief is suffocating, a burden that threatens to crush us both. I lead her away from the unspeakable horrors, my footsteps heavy with the sorrow of how shattered I feel. I was too late. I was fucking too late! _*

she screams at me, moving so fast I could barely catch the outline of her body disappearing further into the darkness. " Sarah my love, please come back," I plead with her. To scared to chase after her afraid that if I followed her I would only push her further into the darkness and would lose her completely to the shadows. Bending over on my knees I brought my head down to the black surface, cringing at the pain inside of my chest as my heart shattered into pieces. A lone tear escaped my right eye gliding down my cheek. It has been hundreds of years sense I've let myself feel any kind of pain let alone shed a tear for another soul. I wish so much that I could go back to that day and change

Hope had abandoned her long ago, leaving behind only the cold, unyielding reality of grief. The Hunger's voice whispered into her mind, a soothing, ethereal caress. *NO MORE PAIN.* The woman closed her eyes, tears spilling over her lashes, and she nodded. Instantly, the cosmic network trembled. A golden mark materialized upon her skin, weaving around her wrist like a delicate, shimmering thread. It was small, undeniably beautiful, and absolutely terrifying. In that exact fraction of a second, her profound grief vanished. It did not fade or dull; it was simply gone, completely erased from her psyche.

Every sob was laced with frustration, grief, and a yearning that had been dormant, igniting a fierce longing for a future she had long since given up on. And before she could stop herself, the sobs tore through her, raw and uncontainable. She was overwhelmed, caught in the maelstrom of her feelings—anger at the years they had wasted, sorrow for the pain they had endured separately, and an aching hope for what might still be possible. Each sob felt like a cathartic release, as if she were shedding layers of hurt that had been intertwined with her heart. In that moment, she was reminded that love, while beautiful, could also be deeply painful. And as she sat there, tears streaming down her che

"This isn't a question I have to answer for you. Not here. Not like this." "Isn't it?" The window behind her darkens, and the crib in the corner begins, very slowly, to rock on its own, empty, the small blanket inside stirring as though something still lay beneath it. "You never decided, did you. Even now. Whether to forgive me or hate me for what I did to him. You've been carrying that undecided grief since you woke, and this place only wants you to finally choose." The crib rocks faster. I feel something building in my chest, huge and formless, grief and rage and love all tangled into a single unbearable weight, and I understand, with sudden and terrible clarity, exactly what Elder Wren me

Raven The sorrow I was feeling was all-consuming. I couldn't stop shedding tears. Taylor attempted to comfort me by holding me close, but I was beyond solace. The weight of how betrayed I felt hung heavy in the air, like a slap on the face and it choked me. My fingernails dug into my skin and I felt the primal urge to hit someone or destroy something. I needed explanations, to rid me of the ache that filled my heart. It was crazy how, in the space of a few hours, I had gone from delighted to sad.