Wailing Cry Novels & Stories

The pain intensifies, spreading through her like a vicious tide, dragging her deeper into the abyss of despair. Her heart, burdened by grief and the weight of this new loss, sinks into the darkest depths of the ocean. The enormity of her mother's absence crashes over her, overwhelming her fragile spirit. The waves of sorrow threaten to engulf her, leaving her feeling adrift and powerless against the tumultuous tide of emotions.

“Humans. Always so dramatic. You could just let the Mother sing again. One cry. Your problem’s solved.” “No.” Draven and I say it together. We look at each other. For a second, it’s just us. Mate to Mate. The rest of the world falls away. Then Cael starts crying. Real crying. Baby crying. Scared, tired, overwhelmed. The six Others drop instantly. Hands over their ears. Wrath grunts and takes a knee, Clay clutched to his chest. “Make him stop,” Wrath grits out. “First Blood grief calls the deep roots. If he keeps going—”

The Wyrm was awake. A horrible, shrieking sound echoed through the tunnels—a sound so deep and resonant that it seemed to crack the air itself. It was not a roar, nor a howl, but something far worse—an unnatural wail, an agony that sounded like the death cry of an entire world. The Wyrm was stirring, shaking off centuries of slumber.

I am left screaming into the void, my grief and pain echoing through the empty room. In the depths of my anguish, I unleash a primal scream that reverberates through the room. It tears through the air, an anguished cry escaping from the depths of my soul. The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express.

Her voice was hushed but sharp, cutting through the oppressive silence. A low, distant howl split the stillness, echoing through the trees. It was unlike any call of a wolf they knew. It was hollow, distorted—like something ancient and malevolent was crying out from beyond the veil of reality, a mournful wail that sent chills racing down Kaelan’s spine.

My jaws split apart in a throat-searing snarl of rage, showing rows of glistening fangs capable of rending flesh from bone. Then, with a pulse of power that reverberated through those gathered like a shockwave, I howled. Not just any howl, but the resonating cry of an alpha in the throes of grief and anger. It was a sound that demanded obedience and compelled any wwolansweringinggging calls without hesitation or pause.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

“Tell me if you don’t want me. Why are you humiliating me like this?” Alira’s heart-wrenching cry came clearly through the crack of their cabin's hatch. Her voice was heavy with emotion, as if she was on the brink of a full-blown collapse. Joyce stood, frozen, disbelief written all over her face, her eyes wide with shock, unable to absorb the emotional chaos unraveling behind that door.

The stone walls of the Labyrinth's deepest cellar did not just echo Anna’s grief; they seemed to weep with her. As the blinding light of the In-Between faded, leaving her alone in the damp, suffocating dark beneath the Market, Anna collapsed. She was heaving, her chest spasming with sobs that felt like they were tearing her ribs from her spine. The raw, guttural sound of her crying was so intense that the ancient masonry groaned, and dust fell from the arched ceiling like gray snow.

My knees hit the ground hard and I collapsed beside him, falling over his still chest as if I could somehow hold him here if I stayed close enough. A broken sob tore from my throat, then another until soon I could not stop. My cries echoed through the dead world around me, raw and full of agony. Every scream ripped painfully through my throat until my voice began to fail me. But even then, I kept crying and I kept begging. I kept breaking apart against his lifeless body until all that remained were weak little whimpers and shattered breaths.