Azure Forsaken Novels & Stories

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…"

How on earth am I suppose to be mates with a rogue? Each step I take brings me closer to my reality. Andreas, my wolf kept urging to go faster. He has never been this agitated. I finally got there to see two kids with a baby. The girl was sleeping with her back turned towards me. I couldn’t get a whim of her scent. I opened the door to the cell and she immediately turn to look at me. “MATE!” We both said at the same time. “Get her out of that filthy place” Andreas yelled.

“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 “Geez, Valerie, you’re so outdated.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.

I was running in a world so dark; so cold A world which felt like a prison A world voided of meaning and comfort A world that ran parallel to Terra Australis I was running in a world so eerie; so mysterious A world whose floor is nothing but stone filled with water that got deeper with every step A world that will snatch you of calm and reason A world that reflected true silence I was running in a world so dark; so desolate A world that kept secrets A world that covered its true purpose beneath its aquatic sheets A world that hid overwhelming power I was running in a world of pure darkness A hidden wonder of Terra Australis A world where I have become its god Solemn Reveries of Terra Austral

“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.

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

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.