Upon The Tainted Sorrow Book の小説・ストーリー

Lyra whispered, her tears falling into the boy’s hair. "Is the Next Page far away?" Kaelen asked. "It’s as far as the end of a breath," Lyra replied, looking up at the sky. The "User Profile" eye of the Reader remained open in the heavens, but it had changed. The liquid gold was now a translucent, weeping silver. The "Audience" was mourning the Alpha. The "Engagement Score" had turned into a "Grief Index." The Reader had loved Silas’s redemption so much that they were refusing to let go of the "Widow’s Sorrow."

“I feel everything, you hurt, I hurt worse, who wants to fight me.” Caiden steps forward. “I’ll—” “No,” I say. “He’s a child.” “I’m Father’s grief,” Sorrow says. “I was born when Mother cried, I end when everyone else does.” He touches the ground. Every wolf in the circle gasps. Their grief, all of it, mothers, mates, lost years, hits at once. Draven drops to one knee. Mercy screams. I fall, memories of the witch pit, of my brother dying, of selling myself at 18.

I knew you didn't do anything wrong, but I still got you tangled up in this mess. Before I could finish reading the text, a tidal wave of emotion hit me, and my phone slipped from my limp fingers, crashing to the ground. I crouched down, cradling my head in my arms, as tears of utter hopelessness streamed down my face. My world used to be a place of endless gray. Loving Thomas was like a beacon in the darkness, my second faith. All of a sudden, they were telling me... It was all a lie... All those moments of misguided love, the feelings I poured out, the pain I went through… It was all one big, cruel joke.

The memory stung, and I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my phone to call him. But what could I say? Sorry for shattering your heart? Sorry for choosing duty over love? I pushed aside the thoughts and lifted the hem of my wedding gown, the delicate fabric now feeling suffocating. I needed to leave this place. Outside, the cool night air engulfed me as I hailed a cab, the neon lights were blurring together as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

“And it has kept lesser beings from finding what they should not. Until now. The Council felt my charm was becoming a security risk.” Vlixyra smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. “The Council pays well. And I have a certain appreciation for… order.” She plucked the book of sorrow from the shelf. The moment her skin made full contact with the cover, a wave of profound, desolate grief washed through her. She leaned into it, dissecting the sensation with a scholar’s precision before setting it gently on a cart she had summoned. “This one needs a warding sheath. Its emotional resonance is corrosive.”

The Book of the Damned must not fall again. “I’m trying,” Kael muttered under his breath, eyes scanning another line from the worn journal. The handwriting was Eloria’s — her words centuries old, sharp as blades even now: ‘The witches built their sanctums near sorrow. Where death remembers names, their power thrives.’ Kael’s gaze drifted to the window, where mist rolled across the Ashwood fields. Every corner of this land whispered memories — too many wars, too much blood. Down the hall, a faint thud echoed.

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—rage, fear, and a strange, unfamiliar sorrow that gnawed at him from within. But as darkness fell over the forest, it became clear that April had vanished without a trace. The search was called off, and the Clan members returned to the mansion, empty-handed and heavy-hearted. --- **BLOODY SINNER'S** Lucifer stood alone in his chambers, staring out the window at the forest that had swallowed April whole. The bloodstain haunted him, a stark reminder of how little control he truly had. The woman who had challenged him, defied him, and now eluded him—she had slipped through his fingers.

"That man is gone now, he's dead and never coming back to haunt you anymore" Cornell Patterson mostly known as Dark Blood was shot dead by Liam when he tried to escape from them during his arrest on his property a week ago. Alice was able to find most of his documentations in his room and she eventually got the real name of Dark Blood. "I know he's dead mom, but it's hard to get over such traumatic experience. The damage has already been done and there's nothing that can be done about it". "There's something that can be done my child, there's a therapist we've being referred to that can help you get over this".