Novel & Cerita Fated, Forsaken, Fierce

Four souls, entwined by fate's decree, A woman, three men, bound by destiny. Reborn they are, from lives before, In ancient hearts, a long-lost lore. The oracle, with eyes aglow, Her power stirs, the winds shall blow. Her vision sharp, the world she sees, The god of gods, brought to her knees. When she ascends, in strength unbound, The dark will rise from under ground. Her mates, they walk beside her flame, Their souls as one, they share her name. Through cycles lost, through time and strife,

“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.

Sobs tear from my throat. Then, a new voice begins to recite, an elderly woman’s voice, cracked and ancient: “From a union veiled in sin, under moonless sky and firelight breath, was born the child of two worlds—claw and scale, blood and ash. Neither beast nor wyrm, yet bound by both, he shall walk the line where no path was ever meant. In love, he shall find ruin. In devotion, death shall stir. For when he claims his fated one, fate shall strike:

he said, his voice barely audible over the storm. Nicola’s blood ran cold. The Forsaken were a dark legend, wolves who had been cursed and twisted by ancient magic, their souls corrupted beyond redemption. “How is that possible?” Nicola demanded. Cedric shook his head. “I don’t know, but this changes everything.” The battle reached its climax as Cedric coordinated the wolves, using every ounce of his knowledge to exploit the creature’s weaknesses. Nicola, drawing on Cedric’s earlier lessons, pushed her wolf’s strength to its limits. She moved faster, struck harder, and anticipated the beast’s every move.

Either the wolf dies slowly from the deterioration of the bond or they become Forsaken… Feral wolves who completely surrender themselves to their animal instincts until all traces of humanity disappear and they become violent, unstable and bloodthirsty. They were called The Forsaken because people believed they were abandoned first by their mates and then by the Moon Goddess herself. Honestly, becoming a mindless feral creature terrifies me far more than death ever could. I don’t want to lose myself like that not do I want to become a monster. Which leaves me with only one other outcome. Death. Death terrifies me but what other choice do I even have? The only way to stop the bond from rottin

Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin. "Her song shall call, her fangs shall bite, Her claws shall rule both day and night.One mate of shadow, one mate of flame, Both will battle, both will claim." Her eyes darted to Damien, then to Felix. Both men stiffened, their jaws clenched as if the words were shackles binding them to a fate neither had chosen. "The world shall fracture, kin turn foe, Through salt and blood the rivers flow. The storm will break, the earth will shake,

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

“The bargain was sealed in blood! Your line owes us everything!” Kade shifted back mid-fight just enough to snarl, “The only thing we owe you is a quick death!” He drove his claws deep into the creature’s chest. “For my mother. For my sister. For every life you ruined!” I stumbled forward and joined him, stabbing and slashing at every opening I could find. “And for every wolf you tried to break! For every family you destroyed! Die already!” The Forsaken thrashed wildly, its movements growing more desperate as the sun climbed higher. Its skin was cracking and peeling now, real smoke rising from its body.

“Or maybe it’s your chain, Alpha. You’d rather her stay fragile than see what she truly is.” I staggered back a step, torn between their voices. “You don’t know him like I do,” Darius growled. “He’s Forsaken.” The word dropped like a stone in the silence. My heart twisted. Forsaken. The rogue didn’t deny it. His scarred mouth curved into the faintest smile. “Yes. I am.” My breath trembled in my chest. “Then… why are you here?” “Because I remember what they did to us,” he said softly. His gaze flicked to Darius, then back to me. “What they’ll do to you when the fear outweighs the faith. I don’t want you to be erased like we were.”

They were entirely blind, their faces carved into deep, terrifying wrinkles, but resting in the palm of the center hag was a single, pulsing, and glowing crystal eyeball that illuminated the silver threads of destiny stretched between their gnarled fingers. The Three Fates. The supreme weavers of the cosmos. "Your thread is frayed, Ethan Voss," the left hag cackled horribly, her long yellow fingernail snapping a thin silver string. "It has been hardcoded into the stars since the dawn of the lineages–you are destined to fall on the obsidian plateau of the Forbidden Mountains. Your breath belongs to the soil now." "No," I growled fiercely, my spirit roaring as I took a step toward their altar