Wailing Cry Novels & Stories

⁠ And then, it happ​e⁠n​ed. A sound pierced the quiet.‌ I‍t started as a small, w​et cough, and then e‍rupted into a furious, de‌manding, bea‌uti‍ful w‍ail. Waaaaah! The breath rushed b​ack into my lu⁠ngs​. Tears spilled over my eyelash‌es in a hot, unc‍ontr⁠ollab⁠le flo⁠od. "She's crying​,"‌ I s⁠obbed, reaching m‍y arms out blindly. "Lorenzo,​ she's c‌r​ying."

"The wind—it's getting dangerous!" "I just know," Kael whispered as he watched the wind accelerate into a screaming vortex. He could hear her cries shift from sobs to a loud, agonizing scream that ripped through the air, echoing off the cliffs. The sound was visceral, filled with years of loneliness, hatred, and a grief so heavy that he felt it too.

A pull. A warning. A cry. Kaelan. And the storm inside me was far from over.

“Serve the Master. Bring him blood. Serve the Master. Bring him blood. Serve the Master. Bring him blood.” Disembodied voices whispered from inside the swirling gray cloud. Celia yawned and a gray mist slipped inside her open mouth. And just like that, the gray cloud disappeared, leaving the sleeping girl behind.

She cried bitterly, her tears blurring her vision but she cared not. 'Why is my life like this?' she lamented as her tears continued to spill out. Her cries were filled with different emotions that could break one's heart. It was a cry for survival and hope. Alice clutched her chest as the tears continued to spill. She was sick of pretending to be strong when she wasn't! She was tired of everything! Her cries for help reached a certain person's ear who had been asleep for years. A bitter smile spread on his face as he heard her lamentations.

Her lips trembled as they moved, whispering his name over and over… Kade… Kade… each one, broken fragments, desperate pleas, promises she could no longer keep. Her cries grew louder, harsher, a sharp sound of anguish that rattled the quiet of the mound. Each scream tore through the air, raw and unrestrained, echoing across the empty lands. The world around her blurred, fading into shadows of sorrow, leaving only her and the man she had lost.

Tears fell like rivers down my cheeks, blurring my vision, feeling as though the whole world had caved in on me and there was nothing but bleak despairing darkness. “AHHHH, AHHHHH, NOOO, AHHHH” I suddenly wailed as I began to rock back and forth, cradling her. “NO! NO! No, no, no, no, no,no! Ahhh, Mummmm! Please nooo!” I sobbed as my screams got louder. I could feel my heart ripping and pounding and with each cry I begged for her to wake up, I pleaded for her to breathe and come back to me. “Pleeeaasse mum, please don’t leave me, ahhhhh. Please! Please, please, please come back!” I whimpered as I choked on my tears. As I kept rocking back and forth and the tears wetted my neck and my top, I

Only that now, the flesh was decaying rapidly and was walking up to every part of his body. “What is happening to you?” Gen asked. Vera had never seen a Vampire cry before, but she thought she heard a sob from Gen. “Gen, my love. Please…Ahh, please stay strong,” The man shrieked in anguish as every part of his body slouched on the floor in ash. “No!!” Gen cried. It was like the cry of an owl and a wolf. Vera covered her ears to keep the screams from bursting her eardrum, but then her sword slipped away from her hands and clattered on the woods.

At the deepest of the crumbled Mountain, a miserable shriek filled the area. Witches that been so highly and above all the race have been in a constant pain. It as if a blade stabbed through their heart a million times. There's no end, it only increase the pain that felt through out their body. Whoever heard them, surely numbed their calp out of their wits. Their scream so miserable that vibrated the crumbled Mountain and a cracked begun to spread, as if something soon to arisen from the grave.

Zlata I rushed toward the cry and stopped dead. It wasn't the voice that froze me — it was the sound underneath it. That particular, bottomless way of weeping, the kind that comes from a person who has given everything to someone and been handed nothing back. I knew it the way you know your own reflection. I had made that exact sound, alone, for years. The one wailing was Tanya. This proud pantheress, forever scowling and snapping at the world, now sobbed like a child.