The Wild Edge Of Sorrow Novels & Stories

I tend to cut soft cushions and sofas with scissors when I'm sad. When I was in my town, I had all things planned out, my life written down in my diary accordingly... My mind is lost in these thoughts when hot water starts to shower down on my body. I screamed and jumped away but it touched the skin of my left shoulder and it burned, shock is an understatement. I didn't even have the time to cover my body with a towel but Ethan came in through the door without missing a beat, tears welled up from the burnt and also the embarrassment,I can't believe i’m standing butt naked in front of Ethan. My shoulder and breast aches like someone had whipped me. It stinged so much that I started sniffing a

Jake immediately looked up at Kate's face Instead. Hi good evening. Good evening too Kate replied. What are you doing here? Kate asked again the same question. I just passed to see how you are. I'm ok Jake. Ok, are we speaking here by the door? Won't you even invite me in? Jake replied with a smile on his face. Kate was embarrassed so she invited him inside. As they entered the living room. Kate smelled Jake’s perfume. His perfume smell’s so nice, so masculine but mild and irresistible.

I felt the familiar sensations on my body again as I was presenting the proposal to the client on stage that afternoon. I forced myself to ignore the discomfort and excused myself before stumbling into the restroom and locking the door. My phone rang moments later. Chloe's voice came through. "You should be thanking me. If it weren't for me, an old woman like you would never experience something like this. I'll give you one last chance, Helen. Apologize to me, or I'll make sure that you never have a peaceful day again." Waves of unbearable sensation crashed through me. My body trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't utter a single coherent word. "I… I'm sorry…"

That seemed to do the trick and I drifted off again. I opened my eyes, they were still sore and achy from exhaustion. That poor excuse of a sleep did nothing to revitalize my energy. I rolled onto my back and took a deep breath. As I did, the realisation hit me. His scent wasn’t as strong as it should be. The room wasn’t as warm as it usually is. The bed felt colder than normal. I didn’t need to look at the empty space beside me to know that he was gone. I could feel it. The hollowness, the emptiness, it was hard to ignore. Pain radiated through my body as a deep set and torturous sorrow smothered my heart. I squeezed my eyes tight and gripped the sides of my head. The pain was too much, it

Yet he stood before this woman that defied the laws of his being, hoping she's step away from the edge. "Why are you bothering with me?" She asked him, finally turning away from the edge, but her heels hung over threateningly. Seeing her distraught face broke his heart, but it was the complete and utter emptiness in her eyes that tore his heart apart. Those were the eyes that gave up on everything and was fine with it. "I wish I could explain it, but even I am confused. Please Willow, step away from the edge." He tried to coax her smoothly, but the tears running down her red tainted face only ran down faster.

I push myself harder, legs burning, lungs screaming, every stride driven by fear and hope. When I finally reach the edge of the battlefield, my eyes barely clear before a scream tears through me—raw, guttural, bone-shaking. “No! No o!”

My body knows it even if my mind doesn’t. And then, I see him a man standing at the edge of the path, his back turned toward me. His broad shoulders are trembling, his head bowed low. His chest rises and falls in jagged gasps, every breath shattering like glass. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, and the air around him hums with grief so heavy it nearly drags me down with it. Something inside me cracks, my heart aches, bleeding for reasons I can’t explain. My wolf presses hard against my ribs, whining, desperate, urging me toward him. I take a shaky step closer, my voice catching in my throat.

“I feel everything, you hurt, I hurt worse, who wants to fight me.” Caiden steps forward. “I’ll—” “No,” I say. “He’s a child.” “I’m Father’s grief,” Sorrow says. “I was born when Mother cried, I end when everyone else does.” He touches the ground. Every wolf in the circle gasps. Their grief, all of it, mothers, mates, lost years, hits at once. Draven drops to one knee. Mercy screams. I fall, memories of the witch pit, of my brother dying, of selling myself at 18.

The Edge of Shadows The bitter wind howled through the ruined valley, carrying with it the scent of ash and despair. Saraphina tightened her grip on John’s trembling hand, feeling the coldness seeping through his skin. The chasm beneath them pulsed with an eerie blue flame that danced like restless spirits trapped between worlds. Around them, the remnants of a once-majestic temple lay in shattered ruin, broken pillars and scorched stone telling silent stories of betrayal and bloodshed.

--- **The Sacrifice** Eden's body shudders. The Hollow King screams, its grip on him unraveling. "*Mom*-" Eden chokes, reaching for me. The Hunter yanks me back. "It's too late!" The lullaby spreads, a virus in the Silence's code. The Hollow King implodes, dragging Eden into the void. The wasteland dissolves. --- **The Edge of Dawn** We're back at the desert of white sand. The Hunter collapses, coughing blood. "He's gone."