Novel & Cerita Forsaken Ao3

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.

Too much pressure to be someone I wasn’t. So I slipped out. Liora had already wandered off with a charming brute of a warrior from the Bluefangs—good for her. Aunt Ysara was busy fake-laughing with a high-ranking Elder’s mate. Nobody noticed when I slipped into the woods, heels in hand, flask in my grip, the cold earth soothing under my bare feet. ~~

In that stolen moment, there was only the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, a connection that defied reason and the boundaries of the living world. As he pulled away, the room grew colder, and I was left in a state of yearning and confusion. Hayden whispered words I couldn't quite grasp, promises and secrets that left me both exhilarated and bewildered. And then, as quickly as he had come, he faded into the shadows, leaving me alone in the darkness.

Lucy wasn’t with them. They looked exhausted, broken, and unkempt, as though the weight of everything that had happened was finally crushing them. “We had no idea you were also a victim,” Elizabeth said. “Mason hid it from us too. For years, we called you barren when it was never your fault.” This wasn’t only about them calling me barren. Their hatred had existed from the very beginning. Not having children only gave them an excuse. “You have every right to be angry with us,” she continued. “And we know we don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

"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

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

“This is witchcraft.” Victoria’s brows furrowed. “The Forsaken.” The name sent a chill down Aria’s spine. She’d read about them in the archives. A rival sect. Power-hungry witches who’d broken away from the Devoted centuries ago — the same ones who’d once hunted her ancestors. If they were working with wolves now… it changed everything. “Can you break it?” Rafe asked, impatient, his wolf pushing to the surface. Aria stepped closer to the door, brushing her fingers over the symbols. The metal was cold, humming faintly with power. She could feel the layers of enchantment, twisted and cruel, like a snare waiting to spring.

Serenia shuts her eyes and looks away from him, unable to meet his gaze when all the pieces in his head click into place. “Oh, does he not know?” Aurora asks, taking note of Serenia’s pained and ashamed face, and turns to Harbin with a grin now. “Little Serenia here is such a poor excuse of a demi-god, she can’t even be called a werewolf.” Here we go…Harbin will never look the same at me again. “My brother rejected her as his mate the moment he found out, she can’t even manifest her own wolf at her age. She will be a terrible choice as the next High Lu-”

spilled water all over my laptop, I couldn't bring myself to say one harsh word to her. The day we got together, she wrapped her arms around my waist and promised me, "Tristan, we'll have countless years ahead of us." Everything ended when Brad came back. Her attention began drifting away on our dates, and the vanilla perfume I knew by heart was tainted by the woody cologne he wore. When he posted, "In a relationship, the unloved one becomes the real outsider," she echoed him by posting, "Just wanna spend the rest of my years with the man I love."

It thrived on forgotten love, on lost identities, on the pieces of her that she had left behind. She could feel it now, the truth that had eluded her for so long. The realm wasn’t just a place—it was a reflection of what she had lost. It had fed on her, on the parts of her soul she had abandoned in the wake of her sacrifice, the pieces she had left behind when she sealed the Forsaken King. The realm had kept her here, in the darkness, trapped in the illusion of peace, because it thrived on what she had forgotten. It had made her forget herself, forget her name, forget her bond with Raymond.