Novel & Cerita Bluudude Forsaken Fanart

"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.

He never cared—not even when I was his fiancée. After that I avoided his places, his scent, his shadow. But now? I wasn’t his Luna-to-be. I wasn’t his anything. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would. No Alpha could stop me. At my nod, the girls smiled. Lipsticks clicked open. They weren’t creating someone new. They were bringing back the girl I was—before Caleb Grayson. I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

After I recovered from the little moment between Atlas and me I was on my way back to the room when I saw Thaila in the hallway studying the paintings on the walls. "Hey, did you find anything interesting?" I ask. "Yeah, why do you guys have so many paintings of the little red riding hood?" Thaila asks as she points to the wall. "That is not Little Red Riding Hood. It's the Moon Goddess." Thalia shakes her head in disagreement.

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.

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.

he said as he sat beside me. I carefully unrolled it, and my eyes widened. There was a drawing of a woman—powerful, commanding, almost glowing with authority. Behind her stood an army of ancient wolves, massive and fierce. She was the largest among them, her fur painted in streaks of gray, silver, and gold. It was unique, radiant and intimidating. It was something I have never seen before… And when I looked at her, I felt something… a strange pull. Like she wasn’t just a picture. Like there was a connection I couldn’t explain.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

“He must be thirsting for so much blood for being away from his clan for so long.” “So he came here to feed?” Violet asked. “Not just that, I’m not so sure, but I think he’s here for vengeance.” “For what? He’s a rogue. What is he avenging?” “Geez, Valerie, you’re so outdated. He’s not a rogue because he got banished from his clan, it’s because he’s a survivor from the attack on his clan.” He paused, making my heart skip a beat as I was slowly getting the idea of where this was leading to. Atlas stared at them one by one like he was about to reveal something big. “He was a member of The Night Exiles clan, the one that was supposedly wiped out three years ago.”

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.