Forsaken Ao3 Novels & Stories

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 say as I lean on the table trying to make sense of the open pages laid out. "As I said, I have a few theories... For example, a one-sided soulmate bond is possible if the other party hasn't received hers or his wolf yet..." He looks at me and I shake my head since that is obviesly not the case. Kaya had a wolf, an amazing one if I might say so myself. Saf had this shiny ash-gray, silver, and white fur and she was, now that I think about as big as Sky was. "... or it could be a Duplex Vinculum, this one is a one-in-a-thousand adds. I hope you weren't so lucky." For an old man, he was a fan of using sarcasm.

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

Hi guys 👋. This is my new story THE GRIMIORE Aroura was a nineteen year old human girl, she mistakingly came in contact with a magical crystal which led her to the supernatural world where different races existed. Not the rose colored fairytales she read in books and watched in movies, but also a dark and twisted labyrinth in which she could get lost forever. It was both a blessing and a curse casted upon her to find A book called THE GRIMOIRE OF DARK FORCES in which the only way to kill an Ancient witch and save the world was written.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with desperate begging. "Elena... please, just look at me..." he whimpered weakly, searching for any scrap of pity in my eyes. But I didn't give him a single glance. The Forsaken Wastelands was the dirtiest, most brutal hell in the night world. Out there, stripped of his power, he'd have to fight wild dogs in the mud just for a few drops of rancid animal blood. Every night, the gaping hole in his soul from our severed bond—and his maddening obsession with me—would tear him apart all over again.

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.

James followed suit and said, “Coincidentally, I have something to ask you.” “Ask away.” She looked at James. He asked, “Previously while we were in the Desolateness Sanctuary, you once headed to the Forsaken Land. What is this Forsaken Land? Are there places outside the reach of the Heavenly Path in this universe?” “You really want to know?’ Melinda asked. “I’m just curious,” James replied.

Lower Realm is where the lower God's can live. 2. Middle Realm. Middle Realm is where the Middle Realm God's and Higher Realm God's can Live. 3. Higher Realm. Higher Realm is where Real God's can live or Higher Real God's! But where did the Forsaken God's lived? Forsaken Gods lived anywhere. But why? It is not just they can live anywhere but they were hunted. Forsaken God's are God who is punished by The Council. 3 Councils of Animalia Realm. 1. Lower Council 2. Middle Council 3. Higher Council

Jason tossed me a thin blanket and a piece of bread that looked like it had been chewed on by rats. "This is your dinner." As the door slammed shut, darkness and silence closed in. I sank to the floor beside a dust-covered oak cabinet, feeling a chill seep into my bones. Sorrowfully touching my belly, I said in a quiet voice, "My baby, your father and everyone else don't want you in this world. I'm sorry. Baby, you wouldn't want to be born into a loveless home like this either, would you?" The baby kicked me, as if in response.

The man collapsed, blood soaking the stone as he extended a bloodied scroll. Keira rushed to help him while Aria unfurled the parchment. It was Thorne’s handwriting. Jagged. Rushed. A trail of smeared blood over the final word. “Don’t trust anyone. It was never just the Forsaken. –T” Her breath caught. The air in the room turned razor-sharp. Keira rose slowly, pale as ash. “What does he mean ‘never just the Forsaken’?” Aria folded the note with shaking hands. “It means someone inside these walls betrayed him.”