Azure Forsaken Novels & Stories

“If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.” Their howls ripple through the trees — fierce, uncontained. “Tonight, we do not stand for vengeance alone,” I shout above them. “We stand to restore balance. The moon chose us — not for peace, but for reckoning.” The air thickens, heavy with spirit. “So when your claws find their mark, remember you are not striking from hate. You are striking from truth. You are the howl that rose from silence. And when dawn comes, the world will remember what the night dared to hide.”

Moving in perfect formation. They parked in a semicircle around the square. Doors opened simultaneously. Wolves poured out. Thirty or forty, all in fighting form wearing Thorne Pack colors. Then Damien stepped out of the lead vehicle. He looked different, like something dangerous. His eyes swept the square and locked on me. "Sera." "You're not welcome here," Marcus said before I could respond. "I'm not here for your permission." Damien pulled out a scroll. Actual parchment. "I carry divine authority from the Moon Goddess herself. This territory is under investigation for harboring Silverblood abominations. I have the right to…"

“He must be thirsting for so much blood for being away from his clan for so long.” “So he came here to feed?” Violet asked. “Not just that, I’m not so sure, but I think he’s here for vengeance.” “For what? He’s a rogue. What is he avenging?” “Geez, Valerie, you’re so outdated. He’s not a rogue because he got banished from his clan, it’s because he’s a survivor from the attack on his clan.” He paused, making my heart skip a beat as I was slowly getting the idea of where this was leading to. Atlas stared at them one by one like he was about to reveal something big. “He was a member of The Night Exiles clan, the one that was supposedly wiped out three years ago.”

“I told you not to fight him. Now you know why. You learned it the hard way.” Jax didn’t answer, but his body shook violently as something within him was changing. After that, a dark fire covered his whole body, making him scream in pain. My father tried to hold him, but the fire burned his hand and pushed him twenty feet away. Jax stood up from the wet grass, holding his head in agony. I watched him as he transformed into a more horrendous being. The muscle in his body grew bigger and the skin color turned black. The dark fire moved and stayed on his head. In his forehead, a bloodshot eye appeared.

The journey into the heart of the North took three grueling days, but the moment the jagged, obsidian peaks of Frostfang finally broke through the blizzard, I forgot how to breathe. Aurelia was a city built to look pretty—white marble, delicate glass gardens, and golden spires that caught the southern sun. Frostfang was a fortress built to survive the end of the world.

“The key to understanding the mark is finding the temple that Elixir saw. If it truly exists here, it’s hidden deep within the cursed land of the Forsaken.” The Forsaken Lands—the name alone sent shocks down my spine. It was a place of nightmares, where even the greatest warriors would not dare to go. The gods had abandoned this place, leaving it haunted by the spirits of those who had lost their way. Those who entered never returned. I gulped hard, my fingers grazing the rune again. It felt heavy, like it was trying to draw me in, urging me toward something unknown and terrifying. “I have to go,” I whispered, the weight of the realization settling heavily in my chest. “If I don’t, this mark

I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear. For years, I had molded myself into what Caleb liked. Every female he kept close was delicate, soft, untouchable. None fit the image better than Serena, the Omega who bore his pup. But tonight, I walked into the private lounge of the pack’s most exclusive club without a single guard daring to stop me. Halfway through the night, the door slammed open. A group of Alphas stalked in, dominance thick in the air. Last through the door—face dark as a storm—was Caleb.

My breath echoes too loud in my ears, shallow and fast, panic beginning to churn in my chest. "Subsisto monun olda." I hear a woman's voice and the fog clears and suddenly I realise, I'm awake now. "What just happened?" I say as I look around, I'm no longer in the camp. The ground beneath me is slick with frost, crusted silver-blue. Trees stretch high above, taller than they should be, their bark twisted and dark like coiled muscle. This place doesn’t breathe. "Thank Goddess you stopped," Atlas says as Shaun, Thalia and Sofia catch up.

“What does it mean for one who bears its mark? And why now, with Alina?” The seer’s wrinkled face creased into a knowing smile, though her eyes remained somber. “The Forsaken are an ancient order, older than any pack, older than man. They sought to balance the forces of creation and destruction, to ensure that neither light nor dark would prevail unchecked. In their zeal, they created a mark—a symbol to be borne by those chosen to channel both the beauty and the horror of this world. It is a curse and a gift all at once. But be warned, Alpha, for those who bear the Sigil often walk a perilous path.”

He was about to strike and through our bond I could feel just how afraid he was, because the forsaken was lowering his hand to claw at Tristan’s neck. “Mommy!” his painful scream tore at my heart and froze me, everything moving in slow motion from there on. The once blue red-ish sky that was signifying the start of a new day suddenly turned dark. There was thunder and lightning all over the sky and the ground beneath us shook. I could feel and taste the power that was all around us. A streak of light appeared behind the forsaken just before his head was torn clean from his shoulders, revealing a woman with obsidian eyes who immediately turned her back to us as she surveyed the creatures.