Azure Forsaken Novels & Stories

The Eclipse Fortress loomed like a scar on the horizon, its black spires clawing at a bleeding sky. The air was thick with ash and ozone, a storm brewing over the barren wastelands. Once a sacred ground for balance rituals, the fortress now pulsed with a sinister energy, fueled by centuries of shadow magic and Lyra’s lingering presence.

When the blood moon rises, so do the broken. The sky burned crimson. The Blood Moon had arrived. But instead of awe or ceremony, the Academy prepared for war. Ava stood in the war chamber, a map of the Forsaken territory unrolled before her. Pins marked border points, strongholds, and one in particular: The Hollow Bastion, buried deep beneath the Ashfang Mountains. “They’ve turned it into their fortress,” Silas said, his voice low. “If we hit it now, we cut off the Forsaken’s source of power—and Lucien’s.”

“He was taken by something else. The corruption didn’t kill him. It embraced him.” A heavy silence settled over the room. “Then he’s the one leading the corrupted?” Lyra asked. “The ones who escaped the Seal?” “He isn’t just leading them,” Elias said. “He’s rebuilding the Forsaken.” “The Forsaken?” Nyra whispered. “The army from the Forgotten War,” Elias answered. “Creatures once sealed beneath the earth—half-wolf, half-shadow. Many of them were Alphas who fell and turned. Lucien is raising them again. And with the seal fractured, it’s only a matter of time before he tears it open completely.”

“There, I know all these girls. They were… we all once lived together at the Sect’s foster homes before we got separated and pushed out to live with various supporters of the Sect. That tells us what we need to know. Dargo Warsunng has captured as many soul-fateds as he could. Fucking Bastard! One wouldn’t even know there is a hidden Cabin at this spot because of the trees that act as shields. “It's right here, at Walfesh forest.” “They are hiding in a fucking forest, right off the highway?” “Yep,” Brody says. “I knew it,” Alaric hums. “Dion is a fucking wizard,” I let out.

His eyes softened as he looked at me one last time. “Farewell.” Then his body collapsed. He fell to the ground, lifeless. At the same time, a terrifying scream erupted from inside him. Varkros… The darkness inside Aiden’s body twisted violently, thrashing as if trying to escape. But it was too late. With one final, furious shriek, the dark energy burst outward like black smoke. Then it vanished. Completely gone. Silence fell over the clearing. Aiden’s body lay still on the ground.

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

ARES The city of Lunaris sprawled beneath me, a tapestry of light and shadow that shifted with every flicker of the blood moon. From the rooftop of the Crimson Fang Tower, I watched. Always. Even when I was not present in the halls, in the classrooms, or in the dormitories, I could feel her, Zorya. Her scent carried over the city like a beacon: fierce, wild, unclaimed. Every step she took stirred the threads of the bond. Every breath she drew sent my wolf howling beneath my skin.

They slipped around strikes that should have landed, reached through defenses that should have held. Hybrids tried to use their unique abilities. Some summoned fire. Others called on gifts they barely understood. But nothing worked. The Forsaken shrugged off every attack, their glowing eyes fixed on their targets. "They are not alive," Caspian shouted over the chaos. His red eyes were wide with something Lena had never seen there before. Fear. "They cannot be killed. Not by normal means. Not by anything we have."

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."