V Rising Onyx Tear Novels & Stories

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

Not even Allison Carter. "Um, so what is that for?" I ask, gesturing to the vial. "What does it do?" "This substance is known as goddess tears. They say it grants blissful dreams," she replies. "I don't know about that, though. I'm not stupid enough to try taking it. But I do know that it can knock a werewolf out cold for hours, depending on the dosage they're given." She lifts her gaze to meet my eyes. You're going to win the Tech Wizard competition with Allison Carter's idea, and she won't be there to compete at all."

I was shook back to reality when Davina's yell halted, and in a fucking flash she sped out of the room. Fuck she doesn't have a protection ring yet and she still haven't fed. I called at her about to go after her when Rhona handed something to me. It was an Onyx ring, heavily spelled by the witches to protect vampires from the sun's cruel effect. I went after her and luckily I caught up to her in the woods, she was screaming in pains but I wasn't sure if it was from the sun's harshness or the pain we both felt from what we just heard. Although, I knew it was from both.

Vansh cruelly gawked ar her but she felt like her existence quivered when she noticed his burning orbs slightly filled with tears which he controlled by clenching his jaw violently. And then he turned around which made her gaze gaped at his back and then her eyes farted towards the mirror glass door where she saw his reflection ridhima felt like she whole being got wrecked when she found a tear to roll down from his eyes which hurted her more than her own pain more than all those cruel things that that her fate brought for her Because his tears were the only thing she was petrified of enduring because she could hear his anger, rage and here everything but not his tears.

The vampire loosened the grip on his blue sleeveless vest, trying to force some air into his burning lungs. “It seems I drank too much blood,” he thought, desperately struggling with his strange condition. The heart had difficulty pumping fresh blood. Onyx irritably tugged at the collar with his fingers, as if he hoped he could rip it off. But the cold metal was adamant. The brunette heard a rustling sound. Turning sharply, he in an instant snatched a black blade from its sheath and slashed it across the throat of the young vampire who appeared in his field of vision. The sharp blade easily entered the pliable flesh, crumbling the delicate cartilage. Blood splashed into his face. The winner

Tears are instantly in my eyes, and he turns to me and wipes them away. “Today we will be completing this family and making it whole. Will you please step forward with Onyx, King Rasheed.” The councilman says. While holding Onyx Rasheed steps forward. The councilman cuts Rasheed’s hand and then proceeds to make a little cut on Onyx’s hand. Rasheed takes Onyx’s hand and a huge gust of air flows through the room. Onyx’s eyes shine red then turn back to their regular brown. I gasp unsure what just happened, but maybe it was just because he is now Rasheed’s son.

Another voice: “Then why do the roots bleed?” Stares turned on me— Not pity. Not reverence. Doubt. I reached for Kade’s arm. Desperate. He flung me off. And when his eyes met mine— They weren’t Kade’s anymore. They glowed—broken violet, heavy with rage and loss. Ryven was fully awake. Claws split flesh. Bones cracked. Teeth tore through the gum. His scream shattered ceremonial glass. And then he collapsed. The priest rushed to him.

Her tear gland must have dried out. No more tears came for she had been crying for long. She had blown her nose over and over that it was beginning to get sore. She was torturing herself searching for answers she would never find. How would she move on from here? Her life would be totally screwed up without him. She would be wretched. He was the only reason she breathe. In Tesot, she had found the greatest satisfaction of her life. She had found a man of her dreams, perfect in every sense, meeting every bit of component of an ideal husband of her childhood fantasies. She had found love much more fulfilling than anything.

I said. "Good." Liora reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. Empty. "One more thing. I lied about the f*e. There's a material component." She held up the vial. "One tear. From each of you. Freely given, after the deal is struck. Not grief tears. Not pain tears. The kind that come when you've been holding something for a very long time and you finally put it down." She set the vial on the bedside table and stepped back.

"The records only document its use, not its disposition afterwards. The Tear disappeared from historical accounts shortly after that ceremony." "Which means it could be anywhere," Rick said, frustration evident in his voice. "Or with anyone." "Not quite anyone," Valeria interjected, her gaze sweeping the ransacked shop. "The Tear responds only to those with lunar bloodlines, werewolves, specifically those with a direct connection to the original packs."