Zamasu Cry Novels & Stories

“What do you mean reacting to you? “It’s trying to connect. The creature lunged again. This time It didn’t aim for Zara. It aimed for Liam. And just before it hit. It froze. Mid-air. Suspended. Every muscle in its body locking at once. Samuel. “I have it,” he said. The creature trembled violently. Its golden eyes flickering. Glitching. “…ho…me… Then It screamed. A sound that wasn’t sound. A frequency that tore through the air, through their bones, through their thoughts. Zara dropped to her knees. “Make it stop! “I’m trying!” Samuel snapped. For the first time His voice cracked.

I can’t place why but realizing that she’s a D’Amore has triggered something in me. A wave of intense anger pounded in my head—one phrase on a constant loop. ‘Kill the D’Amore’ My arm around August fell as I clutched my head with both hands. The voice in my head kept getting louder, angrier, and more sinister as it repeated the phrase. I didn’t feel like me. What’s happening to me? “Tiberius?” My mate called my name, but it caused the pounding in my head to go double time. “Ki…Kill the D…Kill the D’Amore…”I felt like a zombie as I repeated the phrase on a loop in my head.

“Besides, it is common curtsey to give a name to your attack.” Johan snorted. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, a battle cry is enough to warn people that you’re attacking, but telling them exactly what you’re attacking with next? That’s stupid!” “Well... it doesn’t sound half as intimidating without a proper name...” Xander tried pulling away from Johan again. “Oh, so it’s just used to sound intimidating?” Johan looked thoughtful. “Okay then, ‘magma whip’!” Several veins of magma appeared around the two fire mages.

In the exact same spot… Right where Creed… Right where I'd— God. I could still taste him if I really focused. Still feel the weight of him, his voice in my ear. It was stupid. It was so, so stupid. I held Suzu so tightly she whimpered for a moment, but then she started to lick my face, her little pink tongue gentle against my cold skin, and it broke me. I cried. Like literally cried. The type of cry that makes your whole body shake and hurts your chest. I buried my face in her fur and just let it all bleed out of me in the middle of the night, in the same place where I had believed things were going to finally make sense.

After a long pause, she coolly replied, "Everest isn't as calculating as you are." I scoffed and closed my eyes, feeling the last spark of warmth in my chest vanish. "I'm moving out tomorrow," I declared before turning around and limping painfully toward my room. Behind me, I could faintly hear Bianca's muttered curse. "Ungrateful brat." … I sat numbly on the edge of my bed and curled into myself, feeling my heart ache dully. It hurt so much that I could hardly breathe. After some time, a sudden crack of thunder jolted me awake. For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming.

"I couldn't see their face. I couldn't see anything. I just—" Her voice broke entirely. Tara muttered a vicious curse under her breath, pacing like a caged wolf. Anger radiated from her in hot waves. Something about this wasn't adding up, and she could feel it. "Keep talking," Roman said softly. Power rolled beneath his tone like the calm before a storm. Zamora sniffled loudly, wiping her face with shaking hands. "I thought I was going to die," she whispered. "But when they released me... I had a vision. A horrible one."

The sound of Damian’s body slamming into the wall was deafening, followed by the sickening crunch of glass shattering. "Damian!" I screamed, rushing to his side. My legs felt like they were moving through water, my panic slowing everything down. Damian lay crumpled on the floor, his wolf form melting back into his human body. Blood trickled from a cut on his temple, and his breathing was shallow. "No, no, no," I muttered, my hands shaking as I tried to rouse him. "Damian, wake up! Please, wake up!" His head lolled to the side, unresponsive. Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless. The fear clawing at my chest was suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the fury bubbling just beneath

When I open it, Damion and Ralph are looking at each other, cursing without sounds but I could still decipher. "It's your fault she's crying! You're such a nuisance and always appear like a mushroom when it's my turn to show off!" Ralph silently roared with an action to complement the mood. "Not to mention, I'm her mate? If she's crying, I am too. LOOK AT THESE EYES! FUCKING SHIT! I'm crying while cursing at you? See how embarrassing I appear in front of my enemy? Damn that Moon Goddess and you, you must be the one to take the blame," Damion replied. His voice is sometimes slipping out, but he managed to talk quietly. Damion was right, he was crying too. Cripes this is so ridiculous and incr

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"Alex–" "What? I heard you! She’s gone. And I’m fine!" I release the frustration from meeting Amanda Hazard the second time today on Zack, and I rub my face, trying to calm my breathing before I turn to him. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just–" I pause when I take in the look on his face. He doesn’t look annoyed. Nor amused. He looks… sad. I swerve my body in his direction and raise a brow. "What’s it?"