Chance From Forsaken Novels & Stories

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.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

I’m an awful friend, I let him suffer alone. Cherie holds my hand and says “Please withdraw the case… So that we can all start new, Jamie I'm so sorry for being a bitch the last time…And right now... I and Damien were already willing to sacrifice our desires for both of you. Everything comes clearer to me now and I am willing to accept that I was not meant for Franz. I already found my soulmate and it was him, it was Damien! I don’t know when it happens, I just woke up longing for him from time to time..” Cherie reassured, Jamie looks at her and found the probity in it…

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 girl who came into view as I rounded the corner was unmistakably Haven, the same fiery spirit I remembered, with her wild red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of flames, and her deep green eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. But it was her essence that shocked me to my core. The Haven I knew was a Necromancer, a wielder of dark magic. Yet, in this dreamwalk, she was something entirely different. She was a Forsaken, a being of shadow and darkness, forged from the very essence of the underworld. The Forsaken, an ancient and revered clan of old, were said to possess the extraordinary ability to wield absolute control over the four elements: earth, air, fire, and water. The

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

We had interrogated Gunner, his Beta and his son numerous times but since there never seemed to be a reason for him to invade, and there was never any direct evidence, we were not able to hold a trial. Within seconds of tying my boots I felt a tug and relaxed myself, allowing Angel to pull me through her teleport. I was instantly standing in a field with ten other Shadows around, vampires and wolves were the usual fighters. Tonight I noticed we also had Chance, a shape shifting tiger who was one of the most badass warriors you could ever ask for … I certainly never wanted to be on his bad side. Chance was over 50 years old and unmated. I didn’t know his age exactly, I just knew he hadn’t fou

More suffocating. Everywhere Chance looked, false claims and secret agendas lurked beneath the guise of enticement, and he found himself backing away rather than closing in. And then Chance saw her… The sweet breeze from his not so forgotten past, the reason for his presence amongst people he couldn’t care less about.

I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

I had returned to the heart of Silverwood in a desperate bid to uncover anything that could explain Morrigan’s connection to the prophecy and her vendetta against me. The scroll’s brittle edges threatened to crumble under the pressure of my grip, but I forced myself to focus, to breathe, as I unrolled the fragile document. The language was archaic, the symbols twisted and foreign, but I recognized enough of the ancient dialect to decipher its meaning. What I read chilled me to the bone. The Blood of the Forsaken shall sow discord, and the Heart of Silverwood shall tremble. The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death.