Bluudude Forsaken Fanart Novels & Stories

“Emily! How could you do this? You’re supposed to mate with a warrior from Conecuh Forest! You have ruined my plans!” “WHAT?!?!” I yelled. “What do you mean I was supposed to mate with a Conecuh Forest warrior? Why would I do that instead of waiting for my fated mate and why would you decide this without ever mentioning it to me?” I replied. I was fucking angry now. I had no idea what my dad was talking about or what my mom’s problem was. This was excessive, even for them. “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.”

Mara asks as she gets up from her crouching stance and moves to my dresser where I see a tray of hot steaming tea. Nodding, I accept the cup of tea when she brings it to me, still shaken by the nightmare. “So we need to get you dressed for the ceremony,” I hear her say and her words jolt me. It's finally here—the day I bond with Kael Blackthorne, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack and my mate. It's my Mate-Bond Ceremony. I gulp my tea and finish it in second, flinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stretch.

He lifted the scroll again, continuing to read. They may manifest through shared sensation… Pain. Instinct. Awareness without sight. The thought of Selene came uninvited, sharp and clear. Damian's grip tightened again as he read on. The marked, may awaken without understanding… The unaccepting may feel without permission. The air in the room felt heavier. Damian exhaled slowly, controlled and measured.. His eyes didn't leave the page. As Damian read on, he stopped at a line that had faded the ink broken as if time had taken part of it or someone had. His fingers pressed slightly against the parchment. There was nothing. A faint irritation surfaced, sharp and brief.

"They're getting up." With his blade in hand, the Harbinger stood next to me. He had a narrow face. His eyes were steely. He said that these were the remnants of the fallen gods. "Their pain and bones became soldiers." The sky grew gloomy. Not from the sky. From wings—large black wings of beings with just sharp teeth in their mouths and no eyes. The corrupted army sprang up out of the earth all around us. Some of them walked like people. Some crept on their hands and knees. Some pulled chains or splintered swords after them.

My lips trembled to speak. "What happened? Are you alright?", he touched my shoulder. "Dad wanted me to run his pack. And I ended up being a forsaken wolf", my voice choked inside. "No matter how many battles I win, I can't live in peace for my whole life for not fulfilling his expectations" My voice broke still I tried not to shed a tear. Jay nuzzled my shoulder with a gentle squeeze. "Why are you saying like this?" "My elder brother lost the battle against Aren. It was an auspicious day for us which gave Aren the most powerful boon of a lifetime of two long centuries. No one can kill him until he lives two long centuries. How will I even beat him?", I muttered with my eyes burning.

I hadn't even gotten to call them Dad and Mom yet. I did see my foster parents again, however, when I was sixteen and I was tasked with killing my first targets. They were my first.

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.

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

Talon looks over to me, waiting for an answer. "He was one of the first descendents of Samual redwood, and his mistress." I whisper. "Samual Redwood did not have a mistress!" Luke yelled in surprise. "The moon blessed Samual with the gift of the wolf because he loved her." Freya growls loudly, the growl echoing through out the room. Freya fights to the surface, making me drop to the floor fighting to keep her back. Talon stands up and backs away, knowing whats going to happen. Before I can take another breath, Freya breaks to the surface. I feel my bones crack and snap as Freya takes control, knocking over the table with her enourmouse size.

"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