Chance From Forsaken Novels & Stories

To a clearing in a forbidden forest, to a male who shouldn't exist, to a connection that defied everything I thought I knew about wolves, fate and choice? What if the Moon Goddess hadn't made a mistake with Damien, she'd just been clearing the path for something older and darker and infinitely more terrifying? I brought the pendant to my throat, and felt the cool metal against my skin. One choice that would change everything. Wear it or don't, accept or refuse, submit or resist. My hands shook as I fastened the clasp. And the moment the pendant settled against my skin, I felt a rush of power and presence, like Kael had just walked into my apartment. The bond snapped fully into place, no long

Clearwind! Charlotte had been hit with a wave of resentful energy, leaving her unconscious as she lay on a bed in the hospital. It was pointless to say more since the situation had already escalated to this point. I sighed as I gave Ashton a resentment banishing talisman, telling him to burn it and mix the ashes into a glass of water for Charlotte to drink. I then pulled out a spirit-seeking compass and began my search for Soleil through the village. A bloody tragedy would occur if the ghost mother was born into the world. I wouldn't be able to defeat it with my current power, so I had to deal with it before it was born.

Charmed him into surrendering the authority of his pack, killing two birds with one stone. Both outcomes would have benefited me greatly. After all, one would give me Rexton forever, and the other would earn me my coven’s forgiveness, reigniting the flame of my dark powers. It took a few minutes of patience before the chains and cuffs hit the floor. I stretched my aching wrists, a cold, mocking laugh bubbling up in my chest as the soothing murmur of my coven's dark power flooded back into my veins. Barely noticeable because I had once been cut off until recently, when I reached out to them after Rexton left for the Lycan Realm and never reached out to me.

His voice finds me even here in this realm between, threading through dimensions and curses and the accumulated weight of my sins to reach the part of me that still remembers what love feels like. The sound of their voices, their magic, their stubborn refusal to abandon me despite everything I've become, does something impossible to the Forsaken Realm around me. The stars that have hung dead in its gray sky for eons, cold points of light that never twinkled and never offered any hope to the prisoners suspended below them begin to stir.

The carvings shifted, forming a symbol — a circle split in half, one side flame, one side moon. Revan stared at it. “That’s the mark of the first covenant.” “What covenant?” I asked. “The one that created the packs,” he said. “And the one that destroyed them.” The light grew brighter. The ground beneath us trembled again. Jordan grabbed my arm. “Lora, step back.” But I couldn’t move. The stone was pulling me closer. The voice inside me whispered again, louder this time. “The truth sleeps beneath. Wake it, and you will see what must end.”

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

Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds? I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker." Faker? Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward. "It was one of my dad's students who begged him to come out of retirement and save his eyesight through surgery. And guess what happened in the end? After he took over the Churchill family, he aba

He was about to strike and through our bond I could feel just how afraid he was, because the forsaken was lowering his hand to claw at Tristan’s neck. “Mommy!” his painful scream tore at my heart and froze me, everything moving in slow motion from there on. The once blue red-ish sky that was signifying the start of a new day suddenly turned dark. There was thunder and lightning all over the sky and the ground beneath us shook. I could feel and taste the power that was all around us. A streak of light appeared behind the forsaken just before his head was torn clean from his shoulders, revealing a woman with obsidian eyes who immediately turned her back to us as she surveyed the creatures.

Lyra released a wave of black fire. Her sister answered with golden light. The two powers merged. A massive wall of energy appeared. My sons worked together. Possibility created barriers. Probability strengthened them. For a moment, we held them back. Then one of the Forgotten walked through the barrier. My son stared. That's impossible. The creature smiled. Probability does not exist for us. It raised its hand. My son was thrown across the battlefield. I screamed. No! I rushed toward him. A Forgotten appeared in front of me.

she fired back. But the warmth shattered moments later. A hooded figure appeared outside the infirmary window, watching her. Ava stepped outside, but the figure vanished—leaving behind only a charm. It pulsed with dark magic. A sigil of the Forsaken Clan. A dead faction. Banished long ago. Silas found her staring at it. “They’re not dead,” Ava said. “They’ve been hiding. And now they’re killing.” Silas looked grim. “Then the final Trial won’t be about choosing a mate.”