Azure Forsaken Novels & Stories

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.

returned from shadow-walks smelling of nothing absent, scrubbed from existence and only partially restored. I tore through the final shelf in the archive with desperate fingers, scrolls cascading to stone. My torch flickered, throwing wild shadows. Then I found it: ancient scrolls bound in flesh-string. The parchment crackled like dry leaves as I unfurled them, forgotten language spilling across the surface like dried blood. "Realm of the Forsaken," I whispered. A cursed dimension where guardian spirits who broke their oaths were cast, starved of light, sealed with sorrow. I hesitated briefly. What mother would not risk damnation to save her children?

“Why have you called us?” Aria stepped forward. “I bring word of what we thought buried. The Root has risen. The Mouth was not the end—it was the beginning.” Many scoffed. Some growled. A few looked intrigued. Aria continued. “You’ve heard of Velmora. Some call it a myth. I tell you now, it breathes beneath the Wastes. I have seen its corruption. Lost warriors. Turned bloodlines. The Forsaken seek to wake it.” A low murmur swept through the gathered Alphas.

“I am here because you have crossed into the Forbidden Territory—a place reserved for those who carry the burden of leadership. And because you carry the blood of the pack, the spirits have not turned you away.” Aveline felt a shiver run down her spine. “We didn’t mean to intrude,” she said, her voice steady despite her fear. “We’re trying to return to Whispering Woods.” Alaric’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. “The path you seek is fraught with peril,” he warned, his voice echoing with a deep, ancient sorrow. “Darkness grows within the heart of the pack—a darkness that seeks to consume all that remains of what was once pure.”

From the darkness below, a figure emerged—a being of pure shadow and flame, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. I gasped, my blood running cold. “What is that?” Darius’s smile was cruel as he watched my reaction. “This, Sera, is our ultimate weapon. A creature forged from the darkest depths of the Abyss, bound to the Apocalypse Key. It’s a being of immense power, beyond anything you or your precious artifact could hope to control.” I stared at the creature, my mind reeling. It was like nothing I had ever seen—its form constantly shifting, flames licking at its shadowy body as it moved with an unnatural grace.

I rushed into the emergency room at once. I felt so bad as I took in Sophia's weakened state. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I couldn't find Caleb." I could not bring myself to tell Sophia that Caleb had refused to come with me to the hospital. "You don't have to lie to me, Esther. Caleb is my son. I know him better than anyone else does. He must be with that woman again. "He chose to forsake me, his mother, because of that woman. What an ungrateful child!

I’m frozen, sitting on the solid earth, disappearing into the dirt a few digits at a time. “Miserable wench! How dare you ridicule us!” Deadrick’s rampage continues, but I’m numbing to the words, the pain. Everything. There’s this hollow feeling in my chest. Like I’m filled with nothing but wind and darkness. Every deep breath I take whistles through this cavern within, and it grows until I fear I’ll be consumed completely. It’s a void, and the quiet is so tempting; I want to jump in. Deadrick’s rambling insults fizzle out to nothing.

Ancient scars stretched across its body like maps of forgotten wars. Thick iron chains bound its limbs and chest, each link carved with glowing runes — spells older than language, designed to hold something that had once tried to end worlds. Its eyes burned to life. Crimson. Not a colour. A command. Blood. Fire. Apocalypse. Kael felt his entire being react — his wolf pushing to the surface, claws biting into the earth beneath him. Beside him, Fenrak whispered, voice strained with awe and fear. “That… is AURA.”

Every page felt like a trapdoor under our feet. I paused on one letter, heart sinking. “It’s true. This… this is from the Pale Fang. Look, here’s their seal.” I dropped the letter like it burned my skin. Azrik inhaled sharply, his knuckles whitening around a page. “What is it?” I asked, already fearing the answer. He read aloud, voice laced with venom: “Since Cassara failed, there’s a high chance of Azrik going North since his daughter is sick. Make the barrier as soon as possible. He’ll be trapped in it until he dies and all that remains is his bones.”