Bluudud Fanart Forsaken Novels & Stories

Coming back to the bed, he pointed to the big fluffy pillows. "Lay back and spread your legs," Spitfire ordered in the tone of voice that Guru never said no to. Even if Doll had the instinct to fight it, his movement suggested otherwise as he abandoned the blanket and did as Spitfire commanded. "It's not Hades's fault. We were playing with Underworld auras we never should have touched." The no-fur's words were laced with a shame that would not help the problem. Anything summoned from the Underworld was created with the sole purpose of punishment. "We try too hard to make the world our playground. To make it our little game, but what choice do we have?"

Daniel watched in horror as the demons began to put chains around the boy's wrists. "NO!" Marcus screamed as the chains were pulled causing him to be lifted off his feet. Azazel ripped his already tattered shirt off, revealing deep silver scars. The scars mirrored Daniels. "Go on, show your daddy your little angel wings." Azazel said mockingly. Marcus took a deep breath and let his wings unfurl. They were pitch black, but they were covered by tiny silver scars. Whatever blade was used to make the scars on Marcus's body was used on his wings too.

"Finnie, I couldn't understand a word the math teacher said today. Could you please teach me how to do my homework? "Finnie, don't listen to what they tell you. I don't like studying medicine at all. That's why I came back! "Finnie, I'll wait until you've recovered before bringing you out to see the flowers. The roses are all in bloom, and they're so pretty! "Finnie…" The beer cans emptied out, one after another, as Finnegan lay on the couch and reached out aimlessly, his wrists and hands all showing signs of scarring from different periods of time.

“Kade, Sable. Come out now and I’ll make your deaths quick. Keep hiding and I’ll peel this place open slowly till I get you. But I'll make it more fun by starting with your precious pack.” “Bitch really loves talking to herself. Probably loves hearing her own voice," Liora said. Then came the voice of the Forsaken’s leader. “Come to us, Thorn. Come and complete the circle.” I stared at the screens, my heart pounding with rage and something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Anyway, the main ward line went completely bright blue before it cracked.

he hissed, stepping toward me, “then you’ll become my weapon instead.” I froze, dread coiling in my stomach as he reached for another syringe—this one filled with a dark yellow liquid that seemed to pulse and writhe as though alive. “This,” he said, holding it up with reverence, “The Forsaken Serum. Say hello to your new life of a beast of pure destruction, with no will, no humanity. Just endless rage and hunger. And when I send you back to your precious Finn, you’ll tear him apart with your own claws.”

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?

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

Then, quieter— “And before she forgets what she is.” Silence followed again. Not empty. Focused. Controlled. Outside the study, the castle was already shifting. Orders moving through corridors. Wolves preparing. Footsteps multiplying. The beginning of pursuit. And somewhere beyond the walls of Silvermoon, something newly awakened was running without direction. Without memory of control. Without understanding of what it had become. Back in the study, Damian turned slightly toward the window. The night beyond was darker than usual. Unstable clouds moving across the sky. The full moon hung above them, pale and unblinking, breaking through in sharp and cold intervals.

I didn't care. All I can think of, is this gorgeous hunk right in front of me, kissing me senselessly. “Fuck!” Beta Adrian moaned against my lips before pulling away. His pale brown eyes flickered with desire and lust for me. And I could tell from his uneven breathing that he wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. With his hands still wrapped around my waist, he asked; “Dusk is fast approaching, Luna. Do you want to return to the fortress or do you want to create a bonfire with me?”