Novel & Cerita Fated, Forsaken, Fierce

I'm not finished with them. My soul is damned and the woman who I can't forget has already forsaken me. Now I'm a malevolent phantom who will have his revenge and his pixie. I am the Damned Forsaken.

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.

Each syllable landed heavy. “The Goddess has given me a fated mate,” he continued, “but she has also given me a pack. A territory to defend. A line to strengthen. Allies who watch every move we make.” His gaze swept the circle now, avoiding no one. “Fated bonds are a gift,” he said. “They are also a… tether. One that can pull a wolf away from what must be done, toward what merely *wants* to be.” Luna felt sick. Selene’s eyes glistened. Whether from genuine emotion or well-timed tears, Luna could not tell.

They slipped around strikes that should have landed, reached through defenses that should have held. Hybrids tried to use their unique abilities. Some summoned fire. Others called on gifts they barely understood. But nothing worked. The Forsaken shrugged off every attack, their glowing eyes fixed on their targets. "They are not alive," Caspian shouted over the chaos. His red eyes were wide with something Lena had never seen there before. Fear. "They cannot be killed. Not by normal means. Not by anything we have."

Ashton's Pov My cock was rock hard, throbbing like a raging steely pipe. Every vein on my cock throbbed with need, wanting to knock up Fiona over and over again. I wanted her fat, dark, pregnant cunt to stretch around my cock always. I wanted to fuck Fiona like an animal, keeping her pregnant all the time. But I couldn't. I was married to her sister. Quickly before I fell deeper into temptation, I stood up fast almost falling flat on the floor.

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.