Witch Left 4 Dead Crying Novels & Stories

My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume. When the moon finally slipped behind the shifting clouds, the last of my strength deserted me. A wave of bile surged up my throat, and I fought the urge to vomit. This was the last shred of my humanity, screaming in guilt at what I had done. Deep down, my wolf side relished in every drop of the meal. “We need to leave now." I mumbled into Layla's subconscious mind. “Give me more time," she grunted, snapping a bone and coating the remains with her saliva, as if leaving her mark.

Even if transformed, he will not be able to kill this huge number .. "I see?" A trembling whisper came out of him, raising her tearful eyes to stare at him “Painful.” Mars whispered helplessly. Finally, he came back to feel it. His body shivered as he approached her, his tears flowing, and his lenses turning gray - sadness. "Ardina" whispered he couldn't raise his voice he didn't have the energy to do it Seeing her with blood on her makes him want to die! “Painful” repeated his wolf while he was completely collapsed so that Zayn can't turn into him now because of his weakness

My hair bounced around In the wind, my heart beating loudly in my chest as tears trailed down my eyes. "Forgive me," I sniffed l, crying continuously as I ran. I had left my friend to die and even if I could, I wouldn't have been able to save her, we would have been both left dead. "Why are you crying?" My wolf spoke in disgust. She hated me for crying because she said it was weak of me to do so. "Tessa is dead and you aren't even remorseful right?" "You wanted to do it and someone did it for you, you should be grateful,"

I know that pain is never permanent, but the news fucking hurt, and we can't do this again. By the time I wear myself out, I can nearly see the bones poking through my skin. My hands are covered in blood, and I'm on my knees, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Luci, the fear won't disappear if you allow it to control you," Vlad whispers next to me as all three of them throw their arms around me and hold me while I cry. I'm a grown goddamn man, but I'm crying like a baby just thinking about the possibility of the things that might become our reality.

I didn’t respond. Dickson stood up. “If you want to scream, Rosa… scream. If you want to cry. Cry. Don’t let it eat you alive.” He left. And this time, I listened. I screamed. Loud. Angry. Into the mattress. Then I punched the wall. Then I cried again. Later, I found myself walking. Not sure how I got there. But I was at the tree. Lycan’s grave. Someone had left wildflowers. Zuri, probably.

"Victor! Move! Get the fuck up!" Elodie’s scream tore through the sterile hum of the Under-City, but it didn't reach him. Not really. Victor lay crumpled against the base of a shattered cryo-pod, his chest a caved-in mess of jagged bone and shredded muscle. The First Wolf’s kick had done more than just snap ribs. It had silenced the roar in his blood. Deep in the dark corners of his skull, the black wolf he had carried since his first shift was whimpering. It was retreating, burying itself under layers of terror, refusing to answer the call of the Alpha.

she was crying now watching tears already forming at the corner of his eyes as he pulled and clawed the bloodstained chains, “…you have to leave now.” “I won’t leave you–” “William, for the love of all the gods!” Winters finally bursted out, her voice echoing despairingly in the underground temple, “Please just LOOK AT ME!” He froze, meeting her eyes for the first time–tears, sweat, and her blood mixed and splattered over such a young face–and Winters steeled whatever was left of her heart as she nodded without a word… to the undead.

The ground shook beneath her feet, and the air trembled with her cries. "Neptune, on screen!" Lucas barked her location, his voice demanding. The viewscreen flickered to life, and they beheld a heart-wrenching sight: Raven, his sister, and queen, consumed by unbridled grief. Tears flowed freely as they watched her pain unfold in waves of destruction, sorrow, and anguish. The screen captured every detail of her torment, from the trembling of her wings to the earth-shaking force of her cries. They all witnessed her devastation, frozen in a mix of horror and grief, as Raven's world came crashing down around her.

I say wiping my eyes again, I’m the alpha, I’m the wolf, I should be strong enough not to cry over the fact that James might be dead now, more tears started to fall down my face again. “It’s okay to cry,” she assures me, wiping the tears away, any wolf who had any respect to themselves would never cry, even if a whole pack might have died by now, but after getting your soul, when the said soul is sitting on the bed right next to me, I can’t help the tears that are going down my face, I can’t help all the tears of hurt and the pain. “I shouldn’t be crying, but he might be dead,” I tell my soul, my little soul, my sensitive soul.

I only wanted to feel her, to sense her. As my wolf sense began to drag back, my body started to quiver. Something it used to sense before. An energy that made it feel safe, was gone. “Ghost, what happened?” He lowered his head. I saw tear drops trickle on the ground. My eyes grew wider. Never in my life had I ever seen a ghost cry. “What happened?!” I yelled. The frustration and fear inside me, made my whole body tremble. “Alpha…. Alpha Kaden… he is dead.”