Azure Forsaken Novels & Stories

But it was the eyes; deep crimson and inhuman, that made her blood run cold. Ryker’s lip curled. “And who the hell are you?” The man smirked. “Call me Azrael. The Alpha of the Forsaken.” Selene stiffened, the name igniting memories of whispered legends; an alpha who had once ruled a brutal, exiled pack, known for bloodshed and madness. A pack thought long dead. “Impossible,” Selene scoffed. “The Forsaken were wiped out a century ago.” Azrael chuckled. “You of all people should know the dead rarely stay dead.” His gaze lingered on her, appraising and dark. “I came to see the queen who dethroned an Elder and bound the Moonborn. I expected...more.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aurora chose to become NOTHING to find the Forgotten One! She's falling into the deepest void where even God fears to go! Will she return? Will she remember herself? Will the Forgotten One help her? Or is this the final end of Aurora Sinclair? The moment she's truly lost? Forever forgotten? Never returning?

Together, bound. >>>>>>>>>>>>> Into the Forgotten Hills……. We traveled to the Forgotten Hills …… a range long abandoned after the First Fall, where wards were weakest and the Cult had nested. The air there felt older, heavy with memory. Trees bowed as if they bore weight. Stones were cracked, runes worn smooth. The wolves were alert. Azelia and I walked side by side. “I still feel the echo,” she said softly. “Of the one who came before.” I nodded. “I do too.”

(Isabel’s POV) I could feel the echo rattling in my bones as the gates slammed behind me. Darkness engulfed me, and a cold, sharp wind ripped at my flesh. I had nothing to protect my feet, no lantern to guide me, and neither food nor warmth... Just me, naked and broken, pushed into the icy woods outside the kingdom I once called home. I was destined to be Luna. Rather than being respected, protected, and honored, I was abandoned to wander aimlessly; my body was moving, but my soul faded with each step.

Gwen said with a bit of a serious expression on her face. It is then that Zed realize that what they are going to talk about will be serious based from their reactions alone. “To tell you the truth Zed, we are not from this land. We are from Bruman, we are here to recruit the people that are persecuted by the people last time. Gwen is here to fetch me and return to our land. We only delayed our plan because we want to train you. And this is the last time that we are going to see each other. We hope that you use what you have learned from us to serve your kingdom okay?” a tear drop from Zed’s eye when he realize that I was farewell.

My tears had long since dried out and even Isa had not reared her head in a while. A few days in the wilderness quickly broke everything down. It was very simple now. I just had to get away. I had never been out of the packlands before so my navigation was horrible. And yet I needed to take just one more step. I fell again but this time there was to be no getting back up. “Do you still live?” A strange voice asked. I looked up, knowing that I was just hallucinating. A shadowy figure in an overflowing dark cloak stood over me. Even his face was completely concealed. He held a thick staff by his side and it was adorned with a giant gem. I fainted.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

The girl who came into view as I rounded the corner was unmistakably Haven, the same fiery spirit I remembered, with her wild red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of flames, and her deep green eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. But it was her essence that shocked me to my core. The Haven I knew was a Necromancer, a wielder of dark magic. Yet, in this dreamwalk, she was something entirely different. She was a Forsaken, a being of shadow and darkness, forged from the very essence of the underworld. The Forsaken, an ancient and revered clan of old, were said to possess the extraordinary ability to wield absolute control over the four elements: earth, air, fire, and water. The

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

James followed suit and said, “Coincidentally, I have something to ask you.” “Ask away.” She looked at James. He asked, “Previously while we were in the Desolateness Sanctuary, you once headed to the Forsaken Land. What is this Forsaken Land? Are there places outside the reach of the Heavenly Path in this universe?” “You really want to know?’ Melinda asked. “I’m just curious,” James replied.