Witch Left 4 Dead Crying Novels & Stories

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”

“Oh my god! I-I-I---!” I didn’t understand what was happening to me. Suddenly, I was crying. Like some lost blond idiot in the movies, I broke down crying and sobbing. Like that was going to help the situation… Why…? “Grace!” Cracker’s voice came again, this time fully alarmed. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “I just saw them!” I pressed out between my trembling lips, and the whispered scream seemed to echo in the darkness that surrounded me. “They killed someone!”

The life fades from his eyes, and he crumples to the ground, his wolf form dissolving as the last breath leaves him. Nyx’s hands shake as she pulls her claws back. “We didn’t have a choice,” she murmurs, her voice filled with sorrow. She must feel horrible, to kill her own brother like this. I nod, but I can’t find the words. I did pity him, and now he’s gone. The battlefield is still. For a moment, it feels like everything stops. The vampires seem to hesitate, and I can see a flicker of doubt in their eyes. But then I hear it. The cry of a wolf.

Robin nodded, finally letting a tear fall. “Thanks, Lilly,” I said, my chest tightening. “I’ll never forget your sacrifice.” “It was my pleasure, Alpha,” she whispered. Her eyes fluttered. She grabbed Rex’s hands one last time. “End this… for my sake.” Her hands slipped away, her eyes closed—and this time, they wouldn’t open again. The tether inside me snapped. A deep howl ripped from my chest, filled with every shred of grief and rage, resounding across the battlefield. Howls answered, echoing mine as the pack mourned their Delta.

with him." I said to no one in particular before grabbing my mate's face in both hands pleading to him to talk to me or move or just do anything to shame the words of the physician. "Zachary? Zachary please open your eyes...you can't be...you can't be dead." My chest constricted as the tears began to fall before I knew it. "I can't feel his wolf Haera. I can't feel it." Dezra wailed and howled in my head feeling the same pain and sorrow that was like a pang through my chest. "No..." I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe it. I cried hard and grabbed him, my tears staining the sheets and the exposed skin of his hand. I held him to myself and begged desperately for him to come back t

I ignore her words and rip her heart out. There’s a sick smile frozen on her face when I stand back, my wolf groaning and howling, in pain and so much anguish. He cries out, the sound of pure agony as he climbs up the bed. I've never heard a wolf cry but I hear myself crying, begging for this not to be real. Killing Dreaya didn’t give me any satisfaction, doing that ten more times will give me the same reaction. “What happened here? Who the fuck is that?” someone screams. I don’t get off the bed, my wolf finding rest in Adriana’s chest. “Xander?!” he growls angrily.

Finally my lycan hands wrap around his neck and my blue eyes meet his. "Forgive me Brother," I snap his neck as soon as the words leave my lips. Hilda is by my side moments later with her hand on my shoulder but my eyes don't leave Kraven. His naked cold dead form is burned into my memory forever but I can't look away. I can't even hide the tears for my pack. My pack of hard-core mercenaries is seeing their ruthless, emotionless, savage Alpha openly crying. Broken and defeated in the face of victory. Vanessa drops to her knees beside me and I lean into my mate. Love and compassion pushes through the bond and I feel like she wrapped me in a warm blanket.

I cry over Grace’s lifeless body. The lycans and hunters form a circle around the seven witches who are now defenseless against us all. Silence falls over us all as I cry over Grace’s body. Taking her hand in my own, I hold it close to my heart. “We will be okay,” I say as I reach up and grasp Walter’s hand. “You can go rest now.” Her body lets out final sigh before turning to ash. Puckering my lips I blow gently across her ashes sending them into the sky and fluttering away.

She actually accepted the way you treated her, she was much more forgiving than I am. He sighed heavily then went across to stand in front of the grave, his head bent and tears in his eyes, 'I'm so sorry Sister.' 'Why do you cry Alpha?' He turned in shock to see those flashing hazel eyes staring into his with real anger in them and she wasn't finished, 'You did nothing for her while she lived why would you cry now she is dead? Isn't that what you wanted? Your problem is solved, go back and tell your Pack the Witch is dead.'

“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—”