Wailing Cry Novels & Stories

I crawl back to the wall, my body shaking with sobs. ##########

All she could do was let the tears fall and cry out for help, hoping that someone would hear her and end her suffering. Blair's pain was becoming unbearable. It felt like her entire body was on fire, with each passing moment the pain seemed to intensify. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in agony, her body shaking uncontrollably. She clawed at her skin, scratching herself so hard that her nails left red marks on her flesh. She felt like she was going to lose her mind.

*Aloria* I feel the weight of despair settling heavy in my chest, every breath a battle against the suffocating fear that grips me. The children’s screams echo around me, each cry a dagger piercing my heart. I’m losing them, losing control, and that agony is worse than any wound I could ever suffer. Just as I feel the darkness closing in, a high-pitched sound pierces through the chaos. It’s shrill and unnatural, cutting through the cacophony like a knife. I freeze, my body tense, straining to identify the source. What is that?

Crystal looked up at him, her face pale and wet with tears. “What are we going to do, Adrian?” Crystal’s voice trembled as her words slipped out like a whisper caught in the wind. Her eyes, wide with fear, glistened with unshed tears. Every breath she took was shallow, as if the weight of the moment had stolen the air from her lungs.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she sways side to side bouncing on the heels of her feet, her mouth is open wide and she is mumbling chanting something incoherent. Dread bubbles up in the pit of my belly and Phobos swallows shoving his back against a tree as though chaining himself to the bark so he cannot run to me yet he never takes his eyes off me as he promised. The leader of females then bawls clamorous gut-wrenching wails ripping out her chest as though she has lost someone dear to her and her cries make me weep with her for the sound of it is so pitiful and so heartbreaking. I do not understand a word she is saying, or what she is asking from the moon but I feel her despairi

"The Plague wasn't a death sentence, Aradaa. It was a harvest. The North is the storehouse for all that stolen femininity. All that creative power, frozen and used to run the world’s logic." "That’s sick," Kaelor spat, a snarl ripping from his throat. The station began to vibrate. A low-frequency hum turned into a bone-shaking roar. "Thaw Protocol initiated," the Wraith’s voice echoed through the chambers. Above them, the sound of glass shattering rang out. Thousands of glass coffins. The Cryo-Legion was waking up. "I have to stop it!" Aradaa lunged for the core terminal. "I can vent the heat, but..."

It radiated outward in waves, each pulse worse than the last. My mouth opened in a silent, agonizing scream, but the silencing spell caught the sound in my throat and turned it into a wet, desperate wheeze. Tears streamed down my face unbidden, hot against my cold skin, my body's only outlet for the suffering it couldn't voice. I wanted to scream so badly that my jaw ached from the effort of trying.

A piece of her broke that day and she could not help but dropped on her knees and sobbed. "Yeri.. we gotta go." Reed tried to pull her up but Yeri threw herself back down, grabbing dirt with her hands and buried her face in tears, sitting in a child's pose (a yoga pose) wailing Lilo's name. Her whole body shook in pain, her blood stained Reed's jacket and her cry was so heartbreaking to anyone around her. The other wolves started to cry, sending howls up into the sky. More wolves joined in and soon after, almost every lycans in Norfolk started howling at the moon, grieving the loss of their pack member.

I try to move, but my legs betray me, and I collapse to the floor. I fall to my knees where my chest tightens painfully, and my mouth quivers as I try to hold back the sobs, but I fail. A wretched sound escapes me—a cry so raw, so deep that it feels like it’s coming from my very soul. I bury my hands into the thick rug beneath me, gripping it as if it could somehow anchor me. But nothing stops the flood. The tears blind me, my vision blurs as the sobs wrack through me. I dig my face into my palms, trying to muffle the sound, but I cannot contain it. My entire body trembles uncontrollably. I cry until there’s nothing left inside me but the hollow ache of loss. This is the moment—this is where

not wanting to miss any sound from the recording. A deep wail sounds again,a woman wailing and begging for Mercy.before she abruptly stops, then sound of like flesh being torn sounds in my ears, followed by a long wail,a sound of skin slapping skin against skin,or palm slapping against flesh,I cannot know for certain what it is.