Chance From Forsaken Novels & Stories

I smile at the thought of calling Francis tonight to tell him about this, tell him about how I'd gone out on my own and made it back safely. ​We make it past two more of my mental checkpoints, with only three more left before my apartment complex. I turn a familiar corner but stop immediately when the shadows completely swallow my vision, taking out any speck of light and leaving nothing but blackness in its wake. Sassy tugs at the leash, but I don't move, my heart plummeting to the bottom of my chest within an instant. Horror blooms inside at not being able to tell whether my eyes were open or closed.

I didn’t know how I was doing it, but the longer they remained in the grasp of my powers, the stronger I felt. The world around me ceases to exist as I continue to drain the three in front of me. However, before I can finish them off, strong, warm arms are wrapping around me and pulling me away, breaking the connection. Present Time "What do you mean, die?" Chance says, as anger flares through him. "I’m sure as hell not planning to be killed by the likes of you." "The minute you stepped foot in this room, you lost that choice." Armia giggles, motioning towards the incense that burns on the bedside table. "Do you know what kind of incense this is?"

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

“You think this matters? You’re already dead. You just don’t know it yet.” I squatted low. “Then educate me.” He laughed, a weak, broken thing. “You think this fortress is your weapon. It’s your tomb.” I slammed his head against the floor. “Wrong answer.” Jared didn’t flinch. Damon stood behind him, eyes burning. “She’s right,” Damon growled. “We were never meant to survive this.” I turned slowly. “Speak plainly.” He met my gaze. “There’s more. We didn’t just find spies. We found sigils carved into the inner foundations. Old runes. Blood runes. The kind that summon the Forsaken.”

She was powerful. I went ahead to explained everything to her. My life as Myra and how I was killed. Then how I woke up in the Lycan Queen’s body. The old lady listened intently, nodding occasionally. When I finished my explanation, she huffed, leaning back in her seat. “The ritual of the forsaken is compelling and dangerous. It requires a lot of magical energy and a forceful emotional catalyst. Someone must have wanted you to live badly.” she said and chuckled.

“Maybe it’s not too late. We’ve still got some hours before the official confirmation. Maybe you can call in something. Anyone.” I nodded. He was right. Maybe there was still a way in. “Let’s go,” I said tightly. “I’ll make the calls on the way back to Duskfire.” We left. Alex and I climbed into the car and pulled out of Verala Bay. The second we were on the road, I started dialing numbers. Calling in favours, both in the human world and every other supernatural clan. ….but it was gone. Too late. Every failed call made my chest tightened. It was as if the oxygen in the atmosphere had already been exhausted.

"Don't be the coward. I can see it in your eyes. You are choosing the easy way. Die now and I will find a witch to bring you back. When I do know that, I will make life hell for you, Arsen. You will never know peace because I will make you pay for your choice for a very long time." "Your choice?" the old witch shouts again. I gave her a nod and my eyes glow obsidian. My wolf agrees. "The moon goddess is pleased. You, Arsen son of the true alpha, have been chosen as the next true alpha." She said the wrong words, but I didn't have the energy to correct her. She had the knife in her hand and my hand lifted, with no one holding it out. I felt the cut in my palm. She whispered and blood bubbled

“No. It wasn’t the Goddess.” Startled, I gaze into her hazel eyes and see my confused reflection on the glassy surface. “What?” “After your mother left the territory, I couldn’t get her words off my mind,” she begins. “We heard tales of people forming multiple mate bonds after the death of a fated or chosen mate. It isn’t uncommon. But usually, those second-chance mates were from an entirely different pack or region. And it often took years for the bond to develop. No matter how I worked it out, the sudden appearance of a fated mate bond between Reeve and Nemora was odd.”

“She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.” Serenia has heard that many times before, but her results were still the same and here she is many years later with no further change. Well, here goes nothing. “Please step up to the bowl and take the dagger. With it, you will cut your hand and allow your blood to flow freely into the water.” She does as instructed and takes a deep breath as

“The key to understanding the mark is finding the temple that Elixir saw. If it truly exists here, it’s hidden deep within the cursed land of the Forsaken.” The Forsaken Lands—the name alone sent shocks down my spine. It was a place of nightmares, where even the greatest warriors would not dare to go. The gods had abandoned this place, leaving it haunted by the spirits of those who had lost their way. Those who entered never returned. I gulped hard, my fingers grazing the rune again. It felt heavy, like it was trying to draw me in, urging me toward something unknown and terrifying. “I have to go,” I whispered, the weight of the realization settling heavily in my chest. “If I don’t, this mark