Tainted Sorrow Novels & Stories

But I don't feel anything. I can't feel anything apart from this bone-crushing pain that seems to radiate from everywhere at once. It is raw and intense, strumming like a live wire. I can taste the sorrow that crawls around me like a thousand flesh-eating insects. It is bitter and heavy in my mouth, weighing down on my tongue. As the warmth finally reaches me, I start rubbing soap on my skin, wanting nothing more than to be clean again.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

On top of that, the Tainted attack had left a fire under my skin, a deep, muscular ache that felt like shards of glass grinding against my bones with every breath I took. Beneath it all, the mate bond was a relentless, siphoning drain, a parasite feeding on what little strength I had left. I was a raw, bleeding nerve, and the slightest touch felt like a brand. Coming here hadn’t been a choice. It had been a primal, instinctual crawl toward the only source of anesthesia I had. Her. I hadn’t even cared if she saw me cry. I’d just needed to bury my face in her hair and breathe her in until the screaming in my head stopped.

My palms press into the carpet, clawing for stability, wishing for this to be a dream. The cemetery blurs. My father's hand hovers near my shoulder, trembling as much as mine, but I shake him off. If he touches me, I'll break. If anyone touches me, I'll shatter into dust and blow away. So I stay cemented in place, heaving and choking on my tears, until everything around me falls hushed. And the shock on everyone's face falls away into darkness. The darkness that welcomes me. The darkness that is now my home.

I looked over and saw Dorothy, the untouchable woman everyone admired, now slumped helplessly in a chair. She was covered in blood, tightly bound with Rob. Her eyes were red as she tried to scream at me and Savannah, but no words came out. That was when I noticed the two tongues lying at their feet. In Dorothy's eyes, I read utter despair, crushing regret, and a desperate plea for mercy. Huge tears rolled down her pale cheeks. She was begging me.

Sapphire mumbled. “It’s gone? What do you mean? It’s fire. It can’t just go away!” The man spoke. I sealed my lips tight so that I don’t end up saying something that can get us into trouble. “I’m sorry.” Sapphire said. “I think it was just a hallucination.” “A what?” They asked. “We’re sorry.” I said. “But the truth is, we used you.” “For what?” They asked. “For this.” We said, and ran out.

Jacob stepped back farther, fully aware the aberration was still dangerous as long as the heart was in proximity to the body. He flung it away and directed a blade of light to incinerate it. At once the body began to flop around, spewing tainted blood that crept toward him relentlessly. Jacob calmly sent the energy toward the body and then the blood, removing all evidence of Bernad’s existence. At last he used the white-hot heat to sear away the taint from his hands. From his soul. It was over. At long last. It was over. He had never felt such sorrow, an oppressive, nearly numbing force weighing him down.

Miranda felt it in her soul, just as she had once screamed too. Angry rays cut across the sky - a sign that a superior vampire has too much anger or too much sadness coursing through his veins. Soraia lay prostrate on the dry leafy ground, weeping, while the leaves from the treetops above her head fell around her like raindrops. Miranda felt the weight of sadness in her pores and like a dog followed it through the air until she found Soraia.

I felt a bitter mixture of anger and sorrow wash over me as I realized the depth of his deception. Steeling myself, I took a step back, needing to distance myself from the scene before me. It was a shocking revelation, one that shattered any lingering doubts I may have had about Lorcan's true nature. It was clear now that he was a master manipulator, capable of deceit on the most despicable level. My heart ached with the realization that the love I had once felt for him had been misplaced, and I had been a pawn in his twisted game.

I didn't even know which was worse. Being able to scream out in pain or being forced to scream silently in pain. I nodded my head continuously just so it would stop. "Neverr messs withh thee sonn offf Luciferrr againn." It warned me and then finally dipped its claw into my foot. The pain was so intense and I cried wells of tears. Everywhere in the bathroom suddenly turned black and then once the darkness disappeared the thing was no long there. I screamed again and my scream came out this time. The thing was gone but not what it had inflicted on me.