Novel & Cerita Fated, Forsaken, Fierce

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

“Hardly.” “You don’t understand what you just did there do you?” I stare at him, not sure what he meant. “Werewolves are a very aggressive and prideful species. We protect what is ours and avenge any loss. Oftentimes we don’t see a peaceful solution, running head first into war, seeing no other option, but you…” He shakes his head. “Incredible.” He repeats.

Their eyes glowed a sickly green, their faces twisted in grotesque smiles. The furies. They had found me. Terror surged through me, freezing me in place. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body refused to move, paralyzed by the sheer weight of their presence. The furies advanced, their whispers filling the air around me, wrapping around me like chains. “Ava… you belong to us now…” “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t… I don’t belong to you…” But the furies only laughed again, their voices dripping with malice. “Oh, but you do… Your soul is ours…”

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

Grey assumes lateness and slow pace for laziness and lack of confidence. Were it not for this ceremonial day, Mrs. Grey would have already walked past me. If not passed me in haste, she would've already startled me with her firm, sharp tone. Besides, it's hard to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Grey's dentine. Her stone-cold face scared jokers away. She claimed her facial appearance is her weapon of sieving jokers from serious business persons. Still, I fail to understand why such a wealthy, strong, and beautiful woman would still wear a stone-cold face to scare scavengers and laziness. With all her wealth and our family's name, mommy could easily put off anyone overstepping her boundaries.

“If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.” Their howls ripple through the trees — fierce, uncontained. “Tonight, we do not stand for vengeance alone,” I shout above them. “We stand to restore balance. The moon chose us — not for peace, but for reckoning.” The air thickens, heavy with spirit. “So when your claws find their mark, remember you are not striking from hate. You are striking from truth. You are the howl that rose from silence. And when dawn comes, the world will remember what the night dared to hide.”

"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."

then they are the other type of rogues, they are called the, "Feral ones, or the forsakened”. these are mindless werewolf that have surrenderd totally to its animalistica instincts. most times like the sisters told me, it results from death of a mate, or rejection. but the forsakened in trade for their humanity are very strong and powerful than regular rogues, sometimes going against the "natural rule" to fight alphas.

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.

I smiled softly at him. He stared into my eyes once more as if trying to look into my soul before beginning. "Fated is short for fated mates, and I believe they're known as soul mates or twin flames in the human world. A fated mate is someone who is your perfect match; your fated was created to mold perfectly to you, two halves to a whole. In our case, however, it's a four to one ratio. You were created for us, and we were created for you."