Novel & Cerita Chance From Forsaken

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

Chaos reported, looking into his father's darkened eyes. “You consider yourself unfairly punished. You asked the Queen to spare us – your sons – at least. You beat out a few posts in Imbra for promotion, but you don’t care about the rest. Like the aristocrats from the south, outcasts like Forky disgust you. No one cares about their death, even so gruesome.” The tips of his fingers and the membranes between them tingled. Chaos remembered the emptiness in the place of the pearl in the dead body, but now he felt it in his own chest, as if it was not Forky who had lost the centre of magic, but he.

Ahana All the way back to Golders Green, it feels like I’m floating. I say several prayers thanking God for this wonderful stroke of luck, still unable to believe how I have gone from being pretty much homeless, to being offered a comfortable roof over my head, and without my having to spend a dime. This is beyond lucky or fortuitous. This is a downright blessing from the Most High!

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

Before I could say anything, movement flickered at the edge of my vision. Then, the shadows came alive. Figures emerged from the darkness—cloaked, their eyes burning with unnatural light. The Forsaken. One stepped forward, his voice echoing through the chamber. “The Moonborn has come at last.” I braced myself, standing tall. “I came for answers.” The Forsaken warrior smirked. “Then prove you are worthy to hear them.” I barely had time to react before he attacked. The battle had begun.

She then shifted the topic and continued, "But there's one part where the logic doesn't add up." "What logic?" Charlie asked. Vera explained, "I mentioned earlier that although the chances of a person with the Dragon Fate producing a child with the same fate are higher than that of an ordinary person, it's still like searching for a needle in a haystack—extremely unlikely. If Master Marcius is betting on your current situation, the probability of success is abysmally low. If you aren't the Dragon Fate, everything else falls apart. Your father couldn't have transferred his fate to you, you wouldn't have attained the Ascended Dragon Fate, and naturally, the Apocalyptic Book wouldn't have been

“You think he wrote something else about the Forsaken?” “He knew more than he let on,” Nicola replied. “I just need to find it.” Finally, she came upon a passage that caught her attention. The page was heavily annotated, the handwriting sharper and more hurried than usual. “The creation of Forsaken is not random - it’s deliberate. A corrupted energy source fuels their transformation, but it requires a willing participant to guide the process. Look for the signs of manipulation, the whispers of betrayal among your own.” Nicola’s heart skipped a beat. “A willing participant…”

“Second chance Fated? I thought that doesn’t exist for vampires?” Gabriel nods and leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “They rarely happen since we never reject what the Goddess has given us; I mean, 200 years of waiting for your soulmate is a long time!” He says, winking at me. “However, if a vampire finds themselves rejecting their Fated, they have the option to choose who they want to be with afterward. This is why the second chance Fated is called a Chosen. Their Threads of Fate are gold, similar to a wedding ring.”

And the Forsaken Knelt. The shadows stilled. The whispers faded. And when Lyla lifted her gaze The door was open. But she was the one standing on the other side. And for the first time in history The Forsaken had an Alpha. And her name was Lyla Blackwood.

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.