Azure Forsaken Novels & Stories

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.

At Frostbend, the river reversed, flowing now with starlight. Outside Cradlepoint, a tree was struck by lightning for ten hours straight. In the east, a mountain split in two. A woman buried in clay woke screaming a name: “Ashwake.” Runestones pulsed in forgotten libraries. Crystal orbs cracked from within. Wards failed. Blood-sigil tattoos shimmered on unmarked skin. Magic, long caged by will and indifference, spilled loose, As if the sky had burst. The world no longer waited. It moved. And every tremor now whispered the same thing: Choose.

DAMON'S POV I carefully settle Velara inside the waiting ambulance, giving Dante instructions to keep an eye on Kael since he’s still with Elysia. Once we reach the hospital, Hazel is immediately placed under a medically induced coma. The doctors cannot explain her condition. Forsaken saliva is known to be toxic, carrying strange bacteria that have baffled us for generations. No one truly understands why, but when someone is turned forsaken, their DNA mutates, which explains why banishment is rare in our city.

“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.”

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!

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!! Until then, Elizra

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.”

It took two days of travel before I reached the territory of the Northwind Pack. Unlike the mild southern woods, the North was vast yet unforgiving. The snowcapped mountains stretched beyond the horizon like the spine of a slumbering beast. The structures rose like fortresses, heavy with an air of solemn authority. The werewolves of this land held steely, wary gazes like no other. Scarlet Crews, Alpha Damian’s Gamma, was there to meet me.