Bluudude Forsaken Fanart Novels & Stories

“Not you. Your corpse.” She drew out a silver blade, its surface glittering unnaturally. “This is laced with the Elixir of Varran and wolfsbane.” Her eyes gleamed. “Let’s see how you, and that special wolf of yours survive this.” “She can’t,” Valentina added calmly. “They were infused together with dark magic.” Freya brandished the blade inches from my face, clearly savoring the moment, intent on terrorizing me. Then, a familiar voice cut through the air like a lifeline.

There was no Jason to greet him and no bustling staff, only the wind dragging brittle leaves across the bare driveway. Ryan leaped out and shoved the heavy doors open. The grand hall was empty, and the expensive carpets were gone. The ancestral portraits on the walls, too, had vanished. Even the bronze hunting dog sculpture from the fireplace was missing. Standing at the center of the vacant hall were Francis, Bella, Darius, and Maria. Each wore a different expression, ranging from guilt, avoidance, and smug delight. "Where's Helen?" Ryan demanded. "Where's my child?" Bella stepped forward and handed him a document.

It was in that exact moment of exhaustion that my Lycan finally roared to life, clawing her way to the surface. “They aren't bringing in reinforcements, Seraphina." Her voice echoed through our shared consciousness, erratic and sharp as a razor. “Look closer at their bodies. They aren’t really dead.” A cold shudder went down my spine as I ducked beneath the swinging blade of a brainwashed rebel. I drove my palm into his chest, unleashing a concussive blast of S-rank energy that sent him flying into the dirt. I forced myself to look. To really look at the fallen bodies scattered across the blood-soaked grasses.