Upon The Tainted Sorrow Book Novels & Stories

Chapter: 21 ******* TALON: The weight of the world pressed down on my chest as I lay in bed, the familiar scent of my sheets mingling with the metallic tang of my tears. I didn’t care that I was ruining them; I barely cared about anything anymore. All that mattered was this suffocating grief that wrapped itself around me like a shroud. I let the tears fall, my face buried in the fabric, wishing that if I cried enough, I could wash away the memory of that fateful afternoon—the moment I had bitten into Altair.

My mates, who had trusted Solana with every fiber of their being. My mates, who stood to lose so much more than myself. My mates, who searched and searched for a Goddess that could very well be dead. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered to Orion, who remained motionless, his hand still wrapped around my own. Tears had filled his eyes. Looking away, towards a dark part of the cavern, he rasped. “Why are you sorry? You’re not the one who betrayed us.” Ismene cleared her throat softly and closed the book. After what we witnessed, I wasn’t at all surprised to see that the title had Solana’s name on it.

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

The sheer disgust dripping off of Madison's tone is enough to shatter my new found confidence into shards. A cold sheen layers her dark blue eyes, making them appear even more cunning and disapproving than ever before. The kindness that I once sawn in them is now nothing but a vivid memory of the faraway past. "I'm s-so–" But before I can finish my sentence James Witherdale, mind you the most handsome guy in school, cuts me off mid speech.

Erya fell on the ground with a thud and there came a point where she opened her eyes but never got to close them again on her own. Cia's glossy eyes flooded with tears by watching another person turning lifeless before her. Why did their love have to cost them so many lives? Why was it tainting them so badly? Shutting her eyes, she buried herself in his arms. Zale, whose eyes were fixed on Erya's soulless eyes, finally darted towards Cia when she caged him firmly. A vulnerable sigh escaped from his mouth because now he himself didn't know that was that game of getting tainted with the blood of their closed ones was ever going to end or it was going to end only with their own blood?

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

Athena sneers, turning as if to stalk out of the room, “Do what you want, daughter of Hades. The book is already destroyed, and the story will now be forgotten… as it should be.” A grim fairytale best left forgotten. When Proserpina was sure that the goddess was already gone, she allowed the shadows to bring what was left of the book back to her, fingers ghosting over the pages. The story of corruption will now be no more… The book is burned. Athena is right. The book is already beyond saving. And yet–

It stated, “The seeds of evil, Shadows of destruction. The wrath of the evil shall, Slay the fire of greed.” She read out the prophecy and doesn’t seem to be understood and then it moved towards Karen who was equally excelling in the book. Soon the pages turned and showed him the page with words written in tears of Angles. It was written, “The Bloom Shall Wither, What Not Reliable. Medicine of No Origin, To Cure The Incurable. Agonize Thy Sorrow,

" Her trembling fingers hovered above the glowing text as the words pulsed faintly before fading into nothingness. A moment later, the page turned to ash, crumbling into delicate fragments that fell from her hands. Selene sat still for a moment as if her breath stopped while her heart kept pounding in her chest. The emptiness left behind by the book's disintegration felt like a chasm swallowing her whole. "What... are you trying to say?" she whispered shakily, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heartbeat. "Are you leaving me with riddles?" Her hands tightened into fists, ash falling from her trembling fingers as a wave of frustration surged through her. Her grief overwhelmed her,

On the morning of the fourth day, I began the "Pilgrimage." Before I left, I went to the manor's abandoned library. It was filled with moldy books and broken furniture, and the air smelled of decaying paper. But on a shelf in the deepest corner, I found a special diary. The cover was dark brown leather, with "Book of Laments" embroidered in gold thread. I opened the first page and saw elegant handwriting. "Here are recorded the stories of every soul in this manor, their pain, their despair, and their final wishes..."