Fated, Forsaken, Fierce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“We must find her. And any others who remain. They were the first to swear the Moon’s bond. If the Forsaken are awakening their own ancients, we need our legends too.” Leith grunted. “And what if they don’t want to be found?” “Then we hunt them,” Ressa said coldly, stepping from the shadows. “Same way they hunted us. But this time, we don’t ask for favors. We demand them.” The circle hushed. There was no mistaking the change in Ressa. The quiet blade had become something sharper, forged by loss and fury. She bore Marwen’s final gift—a ring etched with the fire glyph—and his memory burned behind her eyes.

The very air grew thick with their presence, charged with the electrical wrongness of souls yanked from whatever rest they had found and forced to serve once more. They came clawing their way out of the cracks in the earth itself, tethered to Aldric's banner by chains forged from their own despair. The ground splits and bled darkness as they emerged Forsaken souls dragged back from whatever peace they had managed to claim, their ethereal forms writhing with the agony of forced resurrection.

She replied “Why are you here if I may ask,” I asked intentionally pulling her legs “I am here for revenge Jack. To take what belongs to me” she said “Why can’t you let this go. After how many years now. Are you aware that those couples have two beautiful children? Just for the sake of those little children, let them go” I said “Enough of the sermon Jack. I need to do this quickly and leave. I have made up my mind and not going back. We will strike tonight and that’s all” she replied

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

I will do chapter for chapter, meaning I'll write a chapter for Fated Love and then one for Soulmates and so on and so on. Stay safe this summer. Happy reading!

Even when Marissa’s hold on him dragged at his pace, Justin didn’t pull away. “Look at you. You practically risked your life to keep me safe. How can I ever repay you?” Marissa looked up to meet my gaze and added with quiet intent. “Fay is your fated mate. Aren’t you worried about hurting her feelings?” The pack members pulled funny looks, their eyes darting between the three of us. It was then that Justin saw me. Out of instinct, he pulled Marissa off him and approached me. “There you are, Fay. Come over.”

“A wolf who can't shift… it's a burden on the pack. A weakness.” Eirlys stiffened. The words weren't new but that didn't stop them from cutting in. She forced herself to breathe, to hold herself still. She wouldn't let Celeste win. Not tonight. But the question remained—how was she going to do that? Celeste stepped forward, her perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as her lips curved into a cruel smile. “Or maybe it's something worse,” she mused, loud enough for everyone to hear. “A curse. The Goddess doesn't deny the shift for no reason, does she?”

“He may be your fated mate but he Is not your destined mate, over my body will I allow him get fated to you.” “He is your fated mate but not your destined mate, lycans are dangerous and wicked. “They don’t deserve to have anything with the werewolves and I won’t let you create any friendship because he is your mate. “Mom please, just bless the union because he is my mate.” I pleaded with her with tears already on my eyes. “I am never blessing the union, the only union I am blessing is the union between you and your arranged Alpha.” “Tell your so called Lycan mate to stay away from you and be ready for your Luna ceremony.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

We were more than invaders in this den of malevolence; we were harbingers of retribution, threading our way through the web of deceit spun by The Black Faes. Every step echoed with the gravity of our mission, each heartbeat a solemn drum heralding the reckoning that awaited. The stronghold's oppressive walls spoke of past horrors and future threats, yet our resolve never wavered. For we were not merely battling for survival; we fought for the very soul of our realm, and nothing could stand against the fierce unity of our family, our pack, our kingdom. The air crackled with dark energy as we advanced, the oppressive silence of The Black Faes' stronghold threatening to suffocate our resolve. Y