Novel & Cerita Bluudud Fanart Forsaken

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

She started to chant in a whisper under her breath, her lips barely moving as she uttered some strange words which seemed foreign and sinister. In a blink of an eye, a wild horde of forsaken souls rose from Oribus' river. Her forsaken souls swarmed through the air in a breeze towards Lycans at lightning speed. She seemed to be in deviant but harmonious synchrony with the forsaken army. It looked like she was composing a bloodbath ode. As she waved with her hands in different directions, forsaken seemed compelled by her hand movement and continued to advance deeper amongst Lycans warriors spreading blood and destruction. Her eye pits were of neon crimson colour filled with what looked like el

He is made of Vileness, the most disgusting thoughts buried in a soul - Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Aurora looked into Art's face and she wanted to bury herself under the blanket and never come back out. Shit. What had she done? Why would she dream about something so preposterous? This was absolutely not right. He was still looking at her, his eyes strangely blue, and dark, and her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat... she wondered whether she had blurted something out loud while she was asleep.

He released me with a howl of agony and fell to the ground. “Beta Marcus, use the Nordic Blue Monkshood now. Not a single member of the enemy pack should survive!” yelled Alpha Kaizen. A terrible feeling settled in my stomach. So that was what those pouches contained! The toxic Nordic Blue Monkshood: a poison no shifter in this world could survive. I sprinted toward the building. Gunfire erupted behind me, but I didn’t look back.

“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

“Not you. Your corpse.” She drew out a silver blade, its surface glittering unnaturally. “This is laced with the Elixir of Varran and wolfsbane.” Her eyes gleamed. “Let’s see how you, and that special wolf of yours survive this.” “She can’t,” Valentina added calmly. “They were infused together with dark magic.” Freya brandished the blade inches from my face, clearly savoring the moment, intent on terrorizing me. Then, a familiar voice cut through the air like a lifeline.

Damon added, moving closer to him. “I don’t care. She will be punished and then banished from this kingdom for good. She has caused enough havoc.” “She is a red-furred wolf!” Megan yelled behind them, and they both looked at her in shock. “I’m sorry, Damon, but if I didn’t break it to him that way, he would never listen to us.” Megan added and approached them. “What are you talking about?” Talos asked and looked at Damon, who sighed and bounced his head. “What she said is true, father. Belinda is a red-furred wolf.” Damon answered, and Talos scoffed.

ALL THE SUPPORT FROM YOU KEEPS ME GOING UNTIL THE END AND IS ALSO THE REASON I WILL KEEP GOING. THANKS. SEE YOU SOON, ROFEEAH: THE CREATOR OF HER UNIVERSE.

“No. It’s a warning.” Before I could ask what he meant, the scraping sound came again. Louder. Something moved in the dark beyond the pillars. Revan pulled me behind him. Jordan lifted his sword. Then the shadows split. Figures emerged—six of them, maybe more. All wore black armor that shimmered faintly. Their eyes glowed blue, not red. Jordan whispered, “Not Darkborn.” Revan’s face hardened. “No. Council hunters.” The lead figure stepped forward. “By order of the Council, surrender the girl.”

endless thoughts dashed through my mind. Suddenly I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy, and I felt weary. I pushed Angy aside and rushed to the window to gasp for air. "I was right; the air in the room grew thin, insufficient for the three of us. When I turned around, I was met by my mother and Angy's gaze. "Goodness...! You're sweating, darling," "This will ruin your makeup," mother said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Grey, I don't mind doing the makeup all over again; that's part of my job. And I'm here to ensure your daughter gets to the aisle in perfect look," Angy said as she ushered me to take a seat on the couch by the window. Angy brought me a glass of water as mother talked me out of