Romans & histoires Bluudud Fanart Forsaken

he glances toward the door, “—we sent an eye to the west. But he didn’t return. So he sent another one today.” I hold his gaze. “And?” “Hopefully,” he says, almost to himself, “they return together.” But isn’t it impossible to enter the West as outcasts?” I ask, frowning. “Not actually, my lady,” Lucan answers carefully. “We’ve always had a hideout in the thick Blue Woods.” “Hideout?” My voice tightens. “Yes, my lady.” “Blue Woods?” I mutter. “Yes, my lady.” A long breath leaves me as my suspicion begins to coil, slow and heavy. “And how long has this hideout been there?”

My body, Cillian Veyne’s body, still hums with male sensitivity, cock twitching at the memory of last night’s chaos: Ardyn’s possessive thrusts, Kaelen’s obsessive grip, Zane’s needy begs. My fangirl heart’s screaming, I’m living the ultimate BL harem fantasy! But the Shadow Guild’s masked lord is still out there, and this artifact, a glowing obsidian orb tied to realm-shattering magic, has us on edge. Ardyn leads, his golden hair tied back, emerald eyes sharp as he unlocks the vault with a spell. Kaelen’s beside me, his hand brushing my lower back, that obsessive heat still burning in his stormy blue gaze.

End is bleak and the rise close The crimson Rukh and the guardian of the flame One who bleeds blue holds the fate of those Beware, every cheat has a price. Curse is on the name The end of the night is bleak and that is when the rise is close - a time right before dawn. The Crimson Rukh was the owner of Nirvana and the guardian of the flame must be her protector - Chosens were practically guardians in Rakhbar, so perhaps Ambrose was the Guardian of Flame! The one who bleeds blue… Only demonic monsters bled blue. Ambrose had red blood that only turned bluish when his demon had taken over so she knew demons had red blood but it turns blue when it is healing - It could be this child.

" On that journey, The cloak of conceal shall be taken away -- And their eyes shall see, Demons and angels, The good and thee of pure villainy, heaven and hell, And the land of Abaddon, Where the fates who craft the fabric of life, Dwell. A long journey shall it be, But take your ink and your skin, And write, One that has been Born By The Power, Awaits the day Chaos And Apocalypse shall Arise.

Oh god they are serious three cocks in my pussy at once my hole is already sore from the fingers but the fear is making my clit throb harder the danger turning me on even as I panic my juices dripping more from the mix of terror and excitement my nipples aching stiff in the air. Jovana laughed from where she stood filming closer, her phone held steady in her hand, the lens zooming in on my spread pussy, her voice full of wicked excitement. "Do it guys, make her scream for it. This is going to be epic!" Thalía nodded beside her, her phone focused on my face, capturing every expression, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and thrill, her free hand clutching her drink tight. "Yeah stretch that br

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

I could almost feel the vibrations emanating from it, resonating with the power inside me. I reached out and traced the symbol with trembling fingers. The contact sent a jolt of energy through me that was both excruciating and exhilarating. In that moment, I experienced a cascade of visions—images of ancient rituals performed under a blood-red moon, of a woman standing at the center of a storm of fire and shadow, and of a destiny written in both light and darkness. I saw the Forsaken in their glory and despair, their legacy a tumultuous blend of creation and annihilation. Amidst the chaotic images, one thought rang clear: my fate was entwined with this cursed mark.