Tragic Novels & Stories

It faded and flared unevenly, as if life itself were hesitant to claim him, as if the world were holding its breath. Soren gasped, the air jagged in his lungs, his fingers pressing against the wound that was no longer flesh but fractured radiance. It pulsed beneath his palm, hot and cold all at once, singing against his skin with the soundless agony of dying stars. Across from him, Travian — god of the Seventh Order, the immortal whose name had once commanded legions of angels and men alike — dropped to his knees. His divine glow, once a perfect halo, wavered and dimmed like a dying sun sinking beneath a crimson horizon. It was not weakness, but something rarer, heavier, and unnameable: grie

(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?”

My chest clenched remembering Stefan’s lifeless body amidst the several other dead bodies of our families. My soul shuddered. It was as if my soul itself could not bear the weight of the immense tragedy that unfolded before my eyes. The loss I experienced went beyond just losing my family; it extended to the very essence of who I was as an individual. Gone were the dreams and aspirations that had once fueled my every step, replaced now by an overwhelming sense of despair and hopelessness.

Randall asked, holding him but he slammed his hand down. “Fuck! Fuck!” Cursing, tears glistening in his eyes, feeling utterly powerless. Hating himself for not using his cognition before. “Tristan, please don’t scare us. Tell us what the hell is happening.” Ruth called, worried to find Tristan broke like this. Sniffling, he looked back at Katastrofi, wiping his eyes, explaining with trembling lips. “Before us is… Katastrofi the Destroyer... Our one young mistake brought him to this world. I told you guys to not go there! I told you it’s dangerous. We are doomed now!” He yelled at them with a tear rolling down.

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

Hector may be a bad person but Troy cannot let him die like this! “Stay with me, Hector!” Troy orders him. “I’m gonna call an ambulance and you’ll be alright! Just don’t fall unconscious! Don’t-” “T-Tell Scarlett…” Hector begs. Something in his eyes is glistening with guilt. Troy can’t be sure but Hector is desperate to hold on to the last words. “I’m…sorry…” The light goes out of his eyes and Hector falls to the ground. He’s dead. Troy is shaken to the core. His brain freezes and he can’t comprehend anything.

"Breaking News! Carol's Payment Declined. Salesgirl Seizes Her Luxury Bag on the Spot." In the attached photo, Carol was clutching the strap of a Hermès handbag with a livid expression while the sales associate maintained a polite smile, firmly holding down the gift box. Matt stood beside her, looking awkward and embarrassed. I silently counted down in my head. Right as I reached one, Carol's call came through. I declined it. She called again. I rejected it again.

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

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.

she says as we chuckle and I elbow her lightly as we enter "Hey Gabi," Troy said as he smacked my hand before we did our usual handshake with grace and efficiency. "Hey Troy," I smile back as we finish Troy is a fallen angel, more known as a devil. He was a guardian angel but interfered when it was his human's time and got his wings stripped. I was gagging when he told us the story. I just didn't like imagining his wings getting ripped off of him. He is my friend and he's very friendly with everyone and a complete sweetheart. It just doesn't seem right to me.