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"I know. And I deserved it. Every moment of hatred. Every curse you hurled at my memory. Every wound you inflicted on the world in my name." "No." Lilith's voice was fierce, desperate. "No, you did not. You made mistakes. We both did. Terrible mistakes. But we could have, we would have, if we had just had more time—" "Now." Morgana's grip tightened on both their hands. "I need you both to listen. I do not have much time, and there is something you must understand. The Forsaken, they are not just my enemies. They are not just ancient rivals. They are everyone's enemies. They serve something older than them. Something darker. Something that has been sleeping since before time began, since befo

"We were stressed when we heard the tremors." Liam bowed his head. "It shall be done, Luna." As Liam and the others ventured deeper into the mines, Aveline, Killian, and Elder Brandt examined the fallen creatures. Their bodies were unlike anything they had ever seen, a grotesque fusion of animalistic features and otherworldly elements. "They're not werewolves," Killian observed, his brow furrowed. "Nor are they any creature I've ever encountered in the forest." Elder Brandt, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, knelt beside one of the creatures. "They are a reminder," he said softly, "of a time long forgotten, a time when magic was wild and untamed."

"Not the baby. Please, not Ronan's child." But the Void had no mercy. The claws inside her grew longer, sharper, ripping through her organs. She could feel her own child trying to claw its way out of her body. "This is what you made," the darkness whispered. "This is what happens when you bind innocent blood to evil. The child becomes a monster." Rowena screamed as the claws punctured her lungs, her heart, her liver. But she couldn't die. Death wasn't allowed here. Only pain, only suffering, only the endless payment for what she had done.

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.

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

He was completely wasted, holding onto the gravestone while bawling his eyes out and mumbling incoherently. "Mom, I'm sorry. I was a bad son. Mom, please hit me. Can you wake up now and hit me?" Caleb was still wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday. He looked haggard as he had dark shadows under his eyes and stubble on his chin. When he saw me, Caleb clung to my leg and cried miserably, "Honey, can we not get a divorce? I've lost Mom. I can't lose you too. It'll kill me.

“We don’t have time for this family reunion bullshit. Those golden-eyed freaks are still coming. If the Forsaken are here, Michelle is using them as cleanup crew to finish off whoever survives.” The lead Forsaken took another step closer. I wonder how it had so many scars on its body. Who or what had it been fighting?. “Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.”

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

So, he is not an actual threat, at least not to me. While I was dealing with Denexus and Malleteagan with Kerberos, Thersar and Nexelex led the warriors in the clash with a new bout of forsaken, who came with Kerberos and Denexus. This seemed a piece of cake for them, as Chthonic weaponry is made of the essence of Chthonic deities. And, as Thersar and Nexelex explained, everything with a chthonic core within will be absorbed within the weapons. The strength of destruction caused by the weapon will rise with each new substance being assimilated. It will vary depending on how powerful the chthonic being was. Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an