Violent Lullaby Lyrics Novels & Stories

The air vibrates as the call grows louder. Their bodies begin to shake violently. Water crushes around them from every direction. Bones crack. Skin splits. They try to scream but the ocean takes their voices. The pressure increases. Then they collapse. Their bodies crumble under the force. Turning to dust that scatters across the wet floor. The song ends abruptly. Silence slams into the room. Broken glass drips water onto the ground. My sons stare at me. Wide-eyed in excitement I rush to them, pulling them into my arms.

"I can't. Only she can." I grabbed Luna Rose's hand. The darkness crawled up my arm, cold, hungry. "Luna Rose. Baby. Listen to my voice." Her eyes flickered. "Remember the lullaby. Remember the moon. Remember love." I sang. Hush now, little wolf, the moon is high... The darkness recoiled. Mama's here beneath the sky... Luna Rose's eyes cleared. Daddy's learning how to be... She blinked. Someone you're proud to call family.

39 Present Lana’s P.O.V Armando came closer to my face toward an extent where our lips were inches away, his hold over my arm was still the same; forceful and paining me while those eyes were radiating red flags, “Armando, let go of me! You’re hurting me!” I scolded him as I forced my arm out of his fist but he didn’t move even an inch, just too busy in shaping his jaw and glaring at me, “What lullaby did he put in your head?---That I bought you from your parents?” He deeply questioned, his eyes were still emitting an intense dreadful aura

his voice resonated next to me. He had been walking casually next to me the entire time. “I have no business with you. Let me go please,” I broke down “Guess the trauma was still buckled up somewhere and waiting for the right trigger to show itself,” Ella muttered at my fidgeting self. “Vito got himself a weakling as a mate….This will be fun,” My predator muttered. “I have no business with him. I'm not mated to him…” My words were cut off by a slap, I saw stars.

She let out another yawn and closed her eyes. “Elleanna?” “Hmm?” She hummed out. “Will you sing me a lullaby?” Romero asked softly. “Sure” She said softly then she began to sing a German lullaby she had learned in school once because she loved it “Shlaf, Kindlien, shlaf, Der Vater hut die Schaaf, Die Mutter schuttelts Baumelein, Da falls herb win Traumelein…Shlaf, Kindlien, schlaf….”

I have been so wrapped up with Adare, that I didn't even hear him come in. “No,” I say. “It’s just a lullaby.” “Yes. About killing werewolves.” “No, it’s not. It’s about keeping him safe from monsters.” “The monster with the big teeth and glowing eyes?” I go over the lyrics in my head. In the last stanza, the mother uses the monster’s coat to keep the baby warm. “Shit.” Kane laughs and sits next to me. “You’d be surprised how many lullabies are about something dark and terrible, but maybe try one of the human songs, I don’t know.”

Well, she can tell that cause he's crying like a beast waiting for his milk to come. Decided to make him a bottle of milk, he immediately gave it to the crying baby who's laying on his crib. She started to sing him lulluby which is her favorite song. 🎶"Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright,No one can hurt you now. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound." "I remember tears streaming down to your face when i said I'll never let you go. When all those shadows almost killed your life."🎶

It was very dark outside as if the ink. 'People don't have to be happy... People can't choose to be happy... It is so dark that as if tomorrow won't come... It doesn't matter whether tomorrow will come or not... I'll quietly watch the time pass by... The tears are still hot, while the tear tracks are cold...' Sherman hugged her knees and curled up there. She wiped her tears with one hand and stroked her flat stomach gently with the other hand, "Baby, Mommy wants to sing you a lullaby..."

(Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit lonely And you're never coming round (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit tired Of listening to the sound of my tears (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit nervous That the best of all the years have gone by (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit terrified And then I see the look in your eyes (Turn around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart (Turn around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit restless And I dream of something wild (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit helpless And I'm lying like a child in your arms (T

He closed his eyes before snapping them back open. He was angry...in rage, he was in pain but the worst part is that he can't even express it because he doesn't know how to. " Try slapping a table or hitting your fist on a wall." The lady's words from yesterday rang in his brain. He slapped his hand hard on the table before him, knocking of the bottle of alcohol on it and it fell to the floor. He walked over to a wall and started punching it repeatedly. " I'm not a murderer. I didn't kill her" He muttered still punching the wall. His hand started bleeding but he didn't care. Closing his eyes, the three pictures he loathed came popping in his mind again