Witch Left 4 Dead Crying Novels & Stories

He cried, he could only cry. “I hate two things Lucas,” going to impossible extent, “tears and fear in her eyes.” I rotated his hand 360 degree, “and when you stood next to her, I witnessed both in her eyes.” My chilling tone made him shiver, feeling his skin tear until I saw his bone through the flesh. “Stop, fucking stop.” He whimpered, throwing his right hand around, thinking it’ll help. It won’t. “Don’t worry, I don’t hold grudges against dead people, I hope you rest easy in hell.” With a smirk I pushed him away, taking two steps back, I rotated my ankle.

Hell, I think that I am grateful that I couldn’t see it. My dad… “Is that a dead lycan?” I overhear the hunters having a conversation. “Appears so.” “Why did they cut this lycan up? Is he a criminal or something?” “Somehow, I feel pity for it…” Tears fall heavily from my eyes, and I want to scream. The gremlins that are still around tried to attack me, but my wolf is in such rage that one look from my cold yellow eyes sent them running off in another direction. I am in sorrow, but I am also angry. My knees hit the floor, and I slumped on the ground, crying and hitting the concrete floor.

When I get to the room, I take out my bag from the wardrobe and place it on the bed, and when I have to start packing, I don't know why, but I start getting emotional, and I just cry. I start crying for Accalia, for Arthur and Echo, and how they deserved a good family and how Accalia didn't deserve to die. I cry for all the dead werewolves and the mates they left behind. I sit on the bed, and I weep. The hairs on my neck begin to stand but I am oblivious to it.

I felt drained of all will to live, completely empty as Linden’s emotions collided with my own and Nixon’s. One snap, and Marcy was dead. Linden was worse. The sounds of our pack howling in pain echoed through our territory. It was deafening as they were feeling the loss of their Luna, the pain of their Alpha, and for some of them, I’m sure that it was the pain of death causing them to cry out. Their pain would be the needed distraction Lucius needed. I could feel my bones shift back to my human form, and as the thought formed in my head of Lucius’s head rolling for this, my eyes found him… but he wasn’t alone.

I shifted back, falling to my knees beside him, the weight of loss crushing me even as rage burned brighter within me. Then came a scream, sharp and heart-wrenching. I turned, and there was Grace, mid-shift, running toward us, her eyes wide with horror as she took in the sight of Dylan’s lifeless body. She fell to her knees beside him, her hands reaching out in desperation, clutching at his blood-soaked form. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, her body shaking with grief. She was inconsolable, her cries tearing through the battlefield, a sound that pierced deeper than any weapon.

His onslaught continued to rain down on the broken creature. I wanted to run at him, tackle the man to the ground, but my feet wouldn’t move. They were planted deep into the ground. He just kept hitting it and hitting it. Blood splattered over his face and body, and his sadistic laughter echoed around my ears. The little wolf looked over at me, and a single tear fell from its glowing yellow eyes. I reached out for it but was still barred from moving. Its head slumped to the ground and the glow of its eyes dissipated. It was dead.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

They just wanted to make appearances in front of the Alpha who, surprisingly, was in bits. I had never seen him cry the way he was doing right now. He was actually bawling his eyes out over Klaus’ supposed corpse, shaking his body as though that would do anything to bring him back. I just hoped that action of his wouldn't affect Klaus, you know…Maybe disrupt the process and make him wake up before he was supposed to. I went to him trying to pull him up while keeping up appearances as well. Crying wasn't difficult for me to do. I knew how important it was for people to see me cry since I was his best friend, so I just tapped into a sad memory, the day I realized my mother had died. That made

I waited for Donna to rain abuse on me but rather she hugged me tightly. “I didn’t kill him,” I whispered to her ears, trying to hold my tears back, my crew had never seen me cry, and I wasn’t planning to cry now. “I know, we saw Alpha Natalie and how Leo died, I’m sorry,” Nicole consoled me, patting my back. That was it, the tears fell from my eyes without control, and I wept on Donna’s shoulder. “It is okay to cry, just so you know,” She whispered to my hair, as I soaked her shoulders with tears.

Mariana's POV I stood still, tears running down my face and a beating heart in my hand. "I'm sorry," my wolf whispered, then pulled back as I slowly looked down at my brother's dead body. I dropped the heart with a trembling hand and screamed as I fell to my knees in a panic, moving my hand to cover the hole in his chest. "No, Diaz, no," I cried as I moved my other bloody hand to his face. "You can't die, please, you can't die! Why, oh goddess, why?" I sobbed.