Tragic Novels & Stories

"He saw the truth." "He saw what he wanted to see to justify his cruelty," Saoirse corrected. "Your mother died in childbirth. That happens, Tristan. It is a tragedy, not a murder. Alaric blamed you because he couldn't handle his own grief. He turned a child into a scapegoat." "But the hunger..." Tristan touched his chest. "It's real. I feel it now. It wants more. It wants... everything." "Hunger is not evil," Saoirse said. "Fire is hungry. It consumes wood, air, everything it touches. Does that make fire evil?"

"So I can lean on you guys and depend on you guys, give you my trust and respect just for it to be crushed and broken like it always does?" She abruptly stood up. "You know what, I have none of that in me anymore," She chuckled bitterly. "I simply have no respect for anyone, no trust, no sympathy, no nothing because it's already gone! It's been crushed and broken to bits so much that it's all just shattered and vanished away at this point!" Tear started to fall down her cheeks as other people around the cafeteria started to watch and listen. "I'm sorry, sorry that I can't give you what you want. I can't give you all that trust and respect you want in any friendship because mine has all been

It didn't stop there. Adrian's company completely collapsed. He didn't realize that most of his past business partners had only worked with him out of respect for my dad. Once he publicly abandoned me, every partner reacted the moment I left Aleria. They terminated all contracts with Johnson Corp and demanded immediate settlement of every outstanding payment. Adrian drowned in grief over losing me, and his haughty parents struggled daily with creditors, living miserably. They sold every car and property, but it wasn't enough. They had to live in hiding, constantly on the run.

Over the next few days, I kept seeing news about his company on my phone. At first, people only discussed how strange it was to hold a funeral at the office. Then, information leaked about the company's poor-quality products and major defects. Some people even spread rumors just for clicks. Like waves building up higher and higher, Daniel's business collapsed within a few weeks, and he was left bankrupt. He also became a recognizable figure everywhere he went. Cameras practically followed him, so he had to wear a mask, though people still recognized him. The once high-and-mighty boss had become a rat in the gutter.

The one person I loathe the most in this entire world, is my fucking mate. What the hell kind of screwed up fate is this? I think I need a stronger word than tragedy because it does not begin to cover this….tragic turn of events? Disastrous, catastrophic, devastating turn of events? No…not even close to describing what I was feeling at this very moment which was slowly killing me from the inside out.

"That rope around my mother's neck... that rope that killed my mom, that thing brought a great fear in me. It's killing me. It's a painful souvenir from the past that always haunts me. H-how can I m-move on, Levi?" Slowly, he looked at me. What even broke my heart was to see him crying again. He was supposedly laughing with me, eating with me with his usual happy face, and teasing me to hell, but with his eyes looking at me so helplessly, and sobbing out his grief made me feel so bad about him. A broken heart transfigured with a funny personality. "Caius..." I whispered as I tapped his shoulder. "I'm t-tired..." he mumbled under his breath.

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

The regret, like a relentless tide, threatened to drown her in sorrow. The thought that her pursuit of financial aid for her son's surgery had inadvertently become the catalyst for this tragedy pierced Marisa's heart. She questioned her choices, wondering if the desperate circumstances justified the means. The guilt of trading her well-being for her son's health now mingled with the grief of losing someone who had unknowingly walked into the crossfire of her decisions.

Kinsley yelped as her magic was shot back at her with a sharp sting and stumbled before swearing and steadying herself as Weaver waved their other hand and deflected the backlash of magic from hitting them. “It’s like it’s going after his internal organs, everything feels like there's a necrosis to them.” Kinsley said as she pulled her long dark waves into a messy bun and away from her face as Liam ran into the room with everything Weaver sent him for, clearing off a portion of the desk so he could set them down, quickly moving and setting the candles down in 5 points around the room.

Everyone is allowed to have their own opinion :D — Faith. Putting faith in God would mean we believe that even though things look tangled up, God is able to untangle them. When tragic things happen, putting faith in God means we believe, no matter how bad things look, that God will work them together for good. (Romans 8:28) When God says he will work all things for good, there is no exception. Too often, we look at what we are experiencing and can not fathom how it will work out, but that's exactly when we need to place that situation into his capable hands. God is not stunned by our struggles or trials. We get a call from the doctor with results from a test a