Bluudud Fanart Forsaken Novels & Stories

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

Fenris stood beside me. The final fight was here. With the combined force of our mate bond, Fenris and I released a powerful flash of Lumina Magic. The bright silver light swallowed the Collector’s darkness completely. He screamed, and the old power burned through him, ugly and loud. In the end, he vanished into black smoke. He disappeared from the battlefield. We didn’t know if he was dead or if he’d escaped, but for now, he was gone. Justin lay on the ground, weak and defeated. He looked at me one last time, his eyes full of regret, before some of our Beta warriors took him away.

“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’

It was all because she was an omega, the lowest sect of Karth, the werewolf world. About her origin, Bianca was a war slave originally from the Ironfang pack. However, a bloody war ensued eighteen years ago between the Ironfang pack and the Drakonvale pack. The Ironfang pack ended up losing most of their territories and thousands of their people were taken as slaves. Bianca was one of them.

Damon is present. I went cold. I felt a chill creep down my back. "Damon?" He gave a desperate nod. The Alpha Who Was Forsaken. Killian's sibling. He demanded that you come to Silver Dawn. My breath caught. The stories about him were nothing short of nightmares. A rogue so formidable, entire packs had fallen beneath his wrath. A ghost that killed without warning, without mercy. And now… he wanted me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “What does he want?”

"Come on, wee need to call a meeting." Marcus's house filled with Pinehaven's supernatural leadership. Wolves, witches, a vampire who introduced herself as Celeste, and three fae who refused to give their names. "A divine messenger," the lead fae said. "That's bad." "No shit," Marcus muttered. "Question is what do we do about it?" "We listen to the message," Lydia suggested. "Find out what she wants." "We already know what she wants," Kael said. "Sera and I dead. Ezra either dead or contained. The Silverblood threat eliminated."

Not just from wolves. From warriors. Disciplined. Measured. Not the wild scrapes of a starving rogue. These were meant to break through defenses. Quickly. Cleanly. “Gamma,” Micah calls. “You’re going to want to see this.” I follow his voice toward the barn. What’s left of it. On the far side of the scorched wall, scrawled in blood, is a symbol. An old one. A crest with three vertical slashes through a crescent moon.

She demanded. No one spoke. The answer was too shameful. You could not agree, isn't that it?” the Goddess asked bitterly. “Even on the brink of annihilation, you bicker and squabble like spoiled children. Fools! If you had united sooner, Ferrivor and his master could have been stopped before they began.” “The beast is ferrivor? But they died with Lupus Tenebris.” Donton whispered. “He lives now! Judy Bloodfang has resurrected The evil wolf! Along with all his creatures of destruction! Ferrivor, the Red Noxala, and his screaming souls. White Hollow has been opened!”