Azure Forsaken Novels & Stories

"It's too dark." I bumped my fist against his chest before venturing deeper into the mountains, using the moonlight to illuminate my way. … In the end, the shamans weren't able to capture the zombie despite working together. They wondered how the zombie could have slipped through their fingers. They began blaming one another, accusing each other of being a traitor. I sighed as I looked at the man who was passed out on the bed with the pink princess sheets, feeling immensely remorseful. Many years ago, Zack gave me the codename, "Clearwind", hoping that I would be able to forget about my unhappy past and keep my senses pure.

The next morning, Freya arrives with troubling news. "My queen, wolves are reporting strange occurrences. Wolves who see glimpses of futures that have not happened. Wolves who remember events that never occurred. The world is becoming unstable." "Where is it happening?" "Everywhere. But the epicenter seems to be the Eastern Wastes. The place where the Void was strongest." I rise from my throne. "We go to the Eastern Wastes." The journey takes three days. The Eastern Wastes are even more desolate than before. The ground is cracked, the sky perpetually grey. But there is something new. A shimmer in the air, like heat haze, but cold.

“Their parents tried to keep them safe, but there was little to nothing they could do as the final say was on the council. After lots of pleading from the Queen, they decided to spare their lives and the unborn child, but… they placed a curse on this unborn child, and banished them from the kingdom.” “The time of delivery came, and Jessica gave birth to a normal child. Her and Anomander were happy that the curse didn’t come to pass and that their love prevailed. Everything seemed fine, until their child’s first transformation after his eighteenth birthday. They expected a normal wolf, but they saw a red-furred wolf, driven by rage and thirst to kill… The curse wasn’t gone after all. It was r

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

“Girls! Enough whispering. Selene, try to act like a proper Moonbane omega tonight. For once.” I turned and gave her my best polite nod. “Of course, Aunt Ysara.” She gave me a look like she didn’t believe me for one second before sweeping out of the room. Liora leaned in close, whispering like a little devil on my shoulder. “She didn’t say anything about sneaking wine.” I blinked. “Please tell me you didn’t.” She grinned and tapped her clutch. “A full flask. We’re going to survive this night.” The journey to the neutral lands—lush forest territory claimed by no pack—was filled with stiff silence, fake smiles, and the uncomfortable tension of trying not to breathe too loud next to people who’

“Or maybe it’s your chain, Alpha. You’d rather her stay fragile than see what she truly is.” I staggered back a step, torn between their voices. “You don’t know him like I do,” Darius growled. “He’s Forsaken.” The word dropped like a stone in the silence. My heart twisted. Forsaken. The rogue didn’t deny it. His scarred mouth curved into the faintest smile. “Yes. I am.” My breath trembled in my chest. “Then… why are you here?” “Because I remember what they did to us,” he said softly. His gaze flicked to Darius, then back to me. “What they’ll do to you when the fear outweighs the faith. I don’t want you to be erased like we were.”

The journey away from the Frostbite Citadel wasn't marked by a line in the snow, but by the death of the sky. As we traveled further North, following the spectral compass of my mother’s final blessing, the jagged blue Aurora Borealis faded. In its place came a twilight so thick and heavy it felt like breathing velvet. This was the Ever-Dark, the forbidden territory where the maps of the Lycan Council simply bled into black ink.

Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing. A call from an unknown caller. I hesitated to pick up the call, and before I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. Then I sighed in relief. Again while on a F******k search, the unknown caller rang back. This time I didn't hesitate to respond to the call. Upon picking up the call, I was met by silence. Then I went first, "Hello.. who I'm I talk.." before I could finish my line, a male's voice intercepted, "It's Jack, I found your wallet and keys, just want to give them back."

Although everyone knew that my family was bankrupt and that I, Winter Brooke, had fallen from grace, I still felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed when confronted by Finnegan, my longtime crush. He threatened me in the most casual tone ever, "Wanna bet that the bakery closes down forever from tomorrow onward?" I immediately whipped my head up and stared into his piercing eyes. I knew then that he wasn't joking. Gordon had had a young daughter who passed away in a car accident many years ago. He had felt sorry for me because I reminded him of his daughter, who would have been around my age by now if she hadn't passed away. That was why he had been looking out for me.

I stepped into the flame. It didn’t burn. Not my skin, not my clothes. But it did strip something from me. I felt it instantly—a pull in my chest, a tearing. The mate bond with Ronan dimmed to a faint hum, distant and muted. My link to Astrid flickered but stayed intact. The world around me twisted, the air shimmering like water, and then— —I was standing in the Crimson Howl courtyard. But it was… wrong. The sky above was too dark, swirling with red and violet clouds. The trees were scorched, blackened. The air reeked of ash. Bodies lay scattered across the ground—wolves I recognized. Faces I knew.