Tragedia Novels & Stories

He responded harshly. Thomas's words flew like daggers into his battered heart. The pain and guilt overriding him were too much. " And it worked. It really worked." He mumbled, his heart bleeding. He was almost trembling. This was his karma. Thomas's expression softened a bit he saw the tears glazing in his eyes. Only a little, his face was still hard as steel.

In perfect synchronization, Maddie also applied pressure, breaking the girl's skin and getting to the sweet vitae below the surface. 17. Comedy and tragedy. Today, as it was in my time, the difference is a matter of emotion. The comedy makes you laugh, frees you of your mundane problems, or (forces you to laugh at them, rendering them powerless) or shows you a good time. Tragedy, however, makes you tear up, makes you realize that other people have problems that are probably greater than yours. It gives you a cathartic release where you can safely succumb to your darker feelings.

Astra's pov: I tried to dodge him. He was too quick. All I could do was turn around. Ugh! He got me. Blood gushed down my back. It hurt so bad. Blood! More blood now. It made me nauseous. Why was all this happening? I couldn't hold back my tears. What hurt me more than the wound on my back was all that was happening around me. Dad tried so hard to make us a peaceful pack. He died for it. Was it meaningless?

My tears were falling freely and my breath was coming irregularly. What am I gon na do now? On one hand, there is Ivan and another Dean. Both are psychopaths. Is there no ending to my agony? How could I get out of the grasps of these crazy men? What did I do to deserve this? I'm not standing there, drowning in my sadness. I could still hear Dean's threat even though it had been said a few minutes earlier. It was like his words were stuck in my brain. I wanted nothing more than to forget what happened today. It is one of the worst days of my entire life.

"But it's alright. As long as she dies, the contract is fulfilled." Victor raised his hand, and a pillar of dark red light shot into the sky. That was the signal to detonate the Void Toxin. Sophia let out a scream, her body convulsing from the pain. Black lines crawled up from her throat, racing toward her cheeks. "No!" Margaret howled in pure despair. Marcus tried to reach her, but two high-ranking vampires blocked his path. Meanwhile, Lucian's longsword was shattered by a single strike from Victor. The entire pack fell into despair.

When I pushed open my bedroom door, Lyra was practically vibrating with happiness on the chair beside my bed. A pizza box sat open on my sheets like some absurd offering to a goddess I no longer felt worthy of worshipping. Grief keeps stretching me thin — sometimes I go numb, sometimes a small thing makes all my feelings flood back at once. Humor and hunger both do that, in different ways.

He looked at my father. "Vanessa died seven days ago from childbirth." Liam sank onto the sofa in disbelief upon hearing my father's dull words. "That's impossible." Alice sensed the tension. So, she immediately dropped to her knees and sobbed. "It's all my fault, Mom. I should die to atone for Vanessa!" Her words seemed to bring my mother back to her senses as she collapsed onto the floor and cradled Alice. "It's not your fault, Alice. Don't be afraid."

The Rodds were going into bankruptcy and could just admit it rather than pretending to be alright and deceive another family into accepting them for a success they do not hold. Marrita complained bitterly to Jasmine. Then, a few days prior to the engagement between Marrita and Fabian, Marrita drove out of the house in her car, and ran into a pole. She made sure the airbag was turned off so she has nothing saving her. The pole fell on the car, smashing it hard, and the wind screen had shattered, the glass piercing into Marrita’s body. The worst part of it all were the glasses that pierced her eyes. They were opened. It was as though Marrita wanted to see how she would die. She wanted to watch