When Nietzsche Wept Novels & Stories

Nathan held Crystal in his arms, and he wept for what he had done and for what he had lost. He had crossed a line with Crystal, and he knew that there was no going back. Gently, he picked her up, carried her into the next room, and placed her on the bed. He tucked her hair behind her ears and forced himself to look at the brand. Never in his life had he felt such great regret. He did not know what had come over him. It was almost as if a psychopath had possessed him. He stayed with her for as long as he could, but eventually, his grief consumed him, and he fled.

"Mate... my mate... what have I done?" But I felt nothing watching his display of grief. The woman who had loved him, who would have forgiven anything, had died in that flood. What remained was something colder, harder – a spirit who could watch his pain with perfect detachment. Nathan finally stood on shaking legs. Without another word, he walked out of the ceremonial chamber, still clutching Elder Marcus's tablet with its damning evidence.

These powerful men, my mates, reduced to vulnerability by loss. "I'm so sorry," I said, reaching for each of them in turn. "Alpha Diego was..." My voice cracked unexpectedly, tears welling up. "He was kind to me when he had every reason not to be." "He saw what we see in you," Nathan murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear I hadn't realized had fallen.

’ Nathan couldn’t help but think to himself as he drank from the champagne on his glass. “I don’t want you getting drunk, son.” His mum reminded him. Nathan could only give her a nod, before putting the drink on their table, and excusing himself. He felt so suffocated from everything. Despite wanting to go and hang out with his friends, he knew he'd only ruin the mood since he would end up crying. Nathan hated acting so weak. Nathan hated being in this place. Nathan hated everything.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that. You don’t get to reduce her to your ego’s punching bag.” I stood still. My throat was tight. My hands curled into fists at my sides, but I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Nathan didn’t stop. “You know what the one thing that you’ve ever consistently done to Zerah?” he asked, voice quieter now, but even more piercing. “You’ve made her cry. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less.” The words hit harder than I expected. He meant every single one. He gave me one last look. Serious, clear, and full of disgust.

"The Goddess gives me the one thing that is beneath me. A wolfless, pathetic waste of space." I felt the tears prickling my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of them. "I don't want this any more than you do," I snapped back, my voice cracking. Nathan looked at the crowd, then back at me. A cruel, twisted smirk grew on his face. It was the look of a man who was about to destroy something just because he could. "You think this makes you special, Daisy? You think this bond gives you power?" He laughed, a dark, hollow sound.

Frankly, I had. “A real man who loves you won't make you cry as many times as he has done.” Nathan murmured. I heard him clearly, and it only made the hurt deeper, because I knew he was right. Lira held me patiently, stroking my hair as the torrents of tears fell. It took forever, but the tears dried up in its sac, and I felt as empty as I could ever be. We finally broke the hug off, and I sat back down, hugging my knees to my chest.

“I have always been like this, Noria. You know it. So call me when you are ready to accept me for who I actually am.” With that, he spared me a wink, raised his glass again in a toast then finally walked away. Tears blurred my vision, and my stomach twisted in disgust, but it was his audacity that actually irked me most. I grabbed a bottle of alcohol on the counter, took a deep sip to help revive me out of this sleep, but two bottles down and I was still deep in misery. I was still trying to process what Nathan said to me, but it felt more like I was trying to run away from it, because I didn’t want to believe… didn’t want to believe in any way that he could fucking say that to me.

He’d definitely use this to tease Kirin later. Kirin sniffled, wiping at his eyes. “I’m crying for Mr. Nelson... Sir, I know you’re hurting right now. You want to cry, but you can't.” Kevin was gone. Mr. Nelson must have been heartbroken. Yosef crushed his cigarette underfoot. “I don’t want to cry.” He looked at Kirin’s well-developed biceps and frowned. “Stop crying. It’s gross.” Kirin thought, It’s the sound of a breaking heart.

His eyes popped out, and his lips became pale as he saw the emblem carved on it. “No…” Natsuki whispered. “I don’t believe this….” He slowly walked towards the jar and picked it up. Nathan observed Natsuki as tears started to form in his eyes. Soft sobs from the Cadre covered the whole room. They are used to seeing some of their comrades die, but this is an exemption. Nathan tried to fight back the tears that were about to betray him but failed. He loved Ashriel so much.