Tragedi Novels & Stories

A heavy, loud thud of Richard's falling body follows, leaving echoes round the throne room. ********************

“We’ve got a lot to talk about, Ezekiel. A lot.” With that, Trent sped off, leaving Ezekiel to return to the trunk. Vespera was hunched over her phone, fingers trembling as she typed a message, probably to Jerry or her manager. She seemed fragile, the calm strategist stripped away by the pure trauma of the night. When she heard him approach, she looked up. The tears she had been holding back finally rolled down her cheeks. Ezekiel felt a strange, sharp flutter in his chest, a protective instinct he thought he had lost three years ago. He looked away, feeling uneasy with the intensity of her sadness. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.”

They talked. They cried. They forgave. They loved. The rain kept falling. But inside the house, something shifted. Not healing. Not yet. But hope. Small. Fragile. Real. Elena looked at her children. She looked at the rain outside. She looked at the future. And she knew. The tragedy was not over. The pain was not over. The secrets were not over. But they were still here. Together. Breathing. Loving. Fighting. Living.

The echoes of Leonidas' untimely death reverberated through the ancient city, leaving behind a legacy of resistance and sacrifice. The news of Leonidas' tragic demise sent shockwaves through the heart of Thrace. The once vibrant city, now draped in mourning, struggled to come to terms with the loss of a leader who had embodied the spirit of resilience against Roman dominance. The Thracian Senate, tainted by the influence of Roman cabals, attempted to quell the rising discontent among the people.

(MIDDLE SIN) “DEAL.” Fed up with the words and the same ending circle that gives and marks another unfortunate dread that is only the start of the horrors and the bloody consequences along the way. She watches the last scene in dismay, as her face could not even draw a small smile where it all screams and tells is, “A tragedy, yet it all must be as it should be where nothing else should matter but the play that is being written at hand and from the very beginning, right? Haruna?”