Bluudud Fanart Forsaken Novels & Stories

"My daughter suffered humiliation in that savage tribe for five years! I'll wipe Blackrock off the map!" "There's no need." I stood up, my silver hair shimmering in the moonlight. "It's all over." But the spiritual link I’d severed with my secret arts would only last seven days. It was already the sixth. That night, I knelt in the deepest part of the Moon Goddess temple. "Great Moon Goddess, I beg you, completely sever this fated bond." The moonlight suddenly blazed, and a majestic voice echoed, "A fated bond cannot be severed. It is an imprint on your very souls."

It's not until I calm down that I can speak up again. "These aren't vampires, idiot. That's a creature far worse than any blood-sucking bastard out there. Bleeders may be a genetic mix of spiders and vampires. Still, they have some traits of humans, syren, and dark fairies. You can meet them at night if you're curious enough to see them." I wink at her, just for the sake of fun.

Voices rolled out the cracked door. One of Justin’s followers asked, “Aren’t you worried? Silas is an ass. What if he’s all over Fay?” Justin chuckled and swirled his wine glass. “Fay is the daughter of the Shadow Pack’s Beta. I doubt Silas would start a war over her.” He paused, his voice tinged with indifference. “Even if he takes things far, he’s in my territory. There’s nothing I can’t handle. A little punishment won’t kill Fay anyway. She needs to be set straight.

She would finally be my Luna. Cole opened my room door. It felt odd to walk into my room knowing that Amara wasn’t waiting for me inside. The room would be too lifeless without her. I walked into my room and Cole closed the door behind me. What? I noticed it immediately. My room smelt odd. My eyes quickly found the shadowy figure on my bed. Amara? “Not Isa” Ares reared his head. He confirmed what I already knew. “Identify yourself.” I commanded.

But he didn't dwell on it for long. Who wouldn't know him? Everyone in the pack and even outside it knew he was forsaken. The rumor had already spread. Even if other packs saw him, they would want to kill him because they believed he was cursed. He didn’t understand why they called him cursed, but what if the monster told them he was in these woods? There was no way they wouldn’t come looking for him to kill him. Ronan could see the monster’s face was covered, but when he stood up, he caught a glimpse of the monster's eyes—deep blue. Ronan was shocked.

Watching him bruised and swollen gave me a grim sense of satisfaction. After Tara passed away, I decided to cremate her and bury her ashes to rest. Tears slipped down my face. 'I'm sorry, Tara. I brought you into this world but couldn't give you a healthy body. You suffered so much pain. I hope you'll be happy and healthy in your next life.' With a heavy heart, I turned to leave, but I saw a familiar figure. Nicky stood there in a wrinkled black suit, her eyes bloodshot and face haggard. It was clear she hadn't been well, though that did not concern me. It was, in fact, somewhat satisfying.

“*** Ψυχές χώριες, ψυχές δεμένες. Χρησιμοποιήστε το σκοτάδι μέσα για να τροφοδοτήσετε τη φλόγα της κόλασης που καίει τις ψυχές χώρια. Καθρεφτίστε μας, σκιάστε μας, χρωματίστε την εικόνα μας και προβάλετε την αντανάκλασή μας στον κόσμο. Souls apart ,souls bound. Use the darkness within to fuel the hell flame that burns souls apart. Mirror us , shadow us ,form in our image and project our reflection unto the world.**” I could feel the darkness slowly consuming me more and more as we chanted but I couldn’t stop chanting. It was now too late to go back. Steam soon filled the entire room as the thick dark cloudy like form blinded us only to soon reveal the results of the forbidden spell casted w

he calls out. “Oh, dear Gods,” Skai whispers next to her. Serenia follows her line of vision to see two men now standing next to Alpha Petr, but her eyes are stuck on the dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes. The aura surrounding him seems freezing to the touch, a bright blue in competition with his eyes, but the air around him holds an icy feeling that she can feel from the other side of the room. “Who is that?” Serenia asks her. Skai blinks her eyes and focuses on her with an almost irritated look.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

I rose, the air in the lounge turning tense as I crossed to an empty seat in the corner. I had just sat when one of my friends whispered, “To your left—that’s Ethan.” Ethan Blackwood. Heir to the Blackwood Pack. The prodigy who completed Alpha training by twenty and seized control of his pack with ruthless precision. Cold. Unforgiving. Notorious for never letting anyone within arm’s reach. And I had just stepped into his space. Across the room, Caleb’s low chuckle carried, smug, waiting for me to be thrown out. I started to rise, careful, body bent forward— when the wolf beside me opened his eyes.