Tears Of Themis Novels & Stories

The money I had left was less than ten thousand naira after sending most of it to my mom. After cleaning my room and taking a bath, I felt empty. This wasn’t my body anymore, it felt foreign, like something had been stolen and could never be returned. As I stepped out of my room again, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I turned back and threw myself onto the bed, my knees hitting the floor. My body shook with agony. But no amount of tears could bring back who I was before. It was gone, and gone forever.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

The lady exclaimed in pain, "How could you do this to her?!" "Because Long Sheng Jie has its rules." He drew in his brows to stop his emotions from taking over. "This is the price for falling in love with a fallen angel, the price for betraying the entire of your species." He flapped his robe and pointed to the dead man in her embrace. "You've shed too many tears... for a creature like him." Letting out a smirk of pain, she blinked away the tears welling up in her swollen eyes. "So, in the end... it's my tears' curse?"

he urged, his eyes locking with hers in a silent plea. Tears flowing freely down her cheeks, as she shook her head. Despite her sadness, his words touched her deeply, making her feel fond of him. As Efrain looked into Marissa's tear-filled eyes, he smiled. Despite her tears, her beauty shone, and her vulnerability added depth to her features. He reached out to brush away a stray tear, feeling his affection for her grow in his heart. He knew he would eagerly await her return, counting down the moments until he could see her smile again.

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.

The Goddess gently cupped Theo's face in her hands, her touch radiating with an otherworldly warmth. Theo's eyes met hers, and in that moment, a sense of tranquility washed over him. The Goddess sang a hauntingly beautiful melody, her voice like a soothing balm for his wounded soul. She sang of resilience and hope, of letting go of sorrow and embracing the promise of a new dawn. As she sang, the earth Goddess brushed her thumbs underneath Theo's eyes, wiping away his tears and soothing his pain. Her words wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, filling him with a sense of peace and reassurance.

She trembled, eyes closing for a second, but opened them again, locking onto his. “Don’t close your eyes,” he asked. “I want to see you come.” She nodded, tears beginning to form at the corners. Not from sadness. From intensity. From raw emotion. The orgasm came slowly, building like an inevitable wave. Hellen clenched around him, body shaking, a long moan escaping. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she came—not a scream, but a soft sob blended with pleasure. Jaston kept thrusting gently, prolonging her climax, kissing the tears that fell.

The sound grew louder, guiding them deeper into the heart of the mountains. Finally, they reached a vast chamber, its walls glistening with icy stalactites. In the center lay a crystalline formation, shimmering with a mix of warm and cold hues. It was the Tearstone, the source of the cursed tears they had come to retrieve. Amelia approached cautiously, her hand outstretched. As her fingertips brushed against the surface, the stone pulsed with a brilliant light, blinding in its intensity. A voice whispered in her mind, like a desperate plea for salvation.