Forsaken Ao3 Novels & Stories

She was powerful. I went ahead to explained everything to her. My life as Myra and how I was killed. Then how I woke up in the Lycan Queen’s body. The old lady listened intently, nodding occasionally. When I finished my explanation, she huffed, leaning back in her seat. “The ritual of the forsaken is compelling and dangerous. It requires a lot of magical energy and a forceful emotional catalyst. Someone must have wanted you to live badly.” she said and chuckled.

Third person's p.o.v Day 4 From being the unwanted one to being the wanted. The journey was quite long and not so appreciative. However, it was worth it. In the end, Linda was loved by the one she loved. Even if they would no longer be known as husband and wife after one day, their bond would still be as strong as they made it. She finally got the feeling of being requited. She blindfolded both Daniel and Max and made them follow her to the room where her painting which was fully completed was kept.

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“Everything that explained fated bonds has been locked away. All of it. There are no books. No guides. Only Alphas and elders know the rituals. You’ll find nothing.” He’s right. I know he’s right. I’ve tried before. Not to find out how to reject someone, but to understand what this bond even means. What fated mates are supposed to be. But every record, every scrap of history, it’s all gone. Stolen, hidden, and now I know why. It's a set up, how can anyone reject their fated mate instantly without knowing how?

Esther: “… Mr. Davenier, calm down. Look, I’m really not your sister. I was abandoned.” She had been left in a hospital garbage bin—there was even full video evidence of it. There was no way she was the daughter of the Davenier family. With Victor Davenier and Roger’s characters, they would never throw away their own daughter like trash. So— “I get it. You’ve missed your sister, searched for her for so long that you’re exhausted, so now you’re seeing illusions—any girl who catches your eye feels like your long-lost sister.” Roger: “…”

He opened it quickly, flipping through page after page until his fingers froze. "There," he said, holding it out. Veyra read aloud. "The Soul Gates. Forbidden magic. Built with blood, fueled by devotion. They do not open to this world. They open to the Beyond. And from them will step the Forgotten Ones, gods made of hunger and bone, cast away before time began." Jon swallowed hard. "It goes on. The strongest of them—Asvaris. The Unmade King. Said to have once ruled both life and death. Banished by the Moon Goddess herself."

“Neither did I.” Before Aiden could respond, James returned, holding an old, tattered book. “I found something,” he said, his voice urgent. “There’s a section here about the ‘sacred marks.’ It says they appear when an ancient bond is disturbed, usually a bond that was never meant to be broken.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. James’s eyes darted between Aiden and me, his expression grim. “It means the rejection didn’t sever the bond. It only made it stronger.”

She started to chant in a whisper under her breath, her lips barely moving as she uttered some strange words which seemed foreign and sinister. In a blink of an eye, a wild horde of forsaken souls rose from Oribus' river. Her forsaken souls swarmed through the air in a breeze towards Lycans at lightning speed. She seemed to be in deviant but harmonious synchrony with the forsaken army. It looked like she was composing a bloodbath ode. As she waved with her hands in different directions, forsaken seemed compelled by her hand movement and continued to advance deeper amongst Lycans warriors spreading blood and destruction. Her eye pits were of neon crimson colour filled with what looked like el

Her heart throb crazily as she tried to deny the possibility, but then she saw a piece of paper on another spot. She swallowed nervously and walked towards it and when she picked it up, its reads: “YOU ENJOYED LAST NIGHT? Well, I thought it will be easy to leave after just one night but I realized it's impossible to let you moan another man’s name. Since I fucked you, then I have to be the only one who will continue doing that to you.” Ariana chuckled, then bit her lips as she read the last words. “Wait for me, My Lady Judge. I will be back in a year. I promise.”

Clever girl. After this, I'd make sure they stayed protected all throughout the trial, even if they had to live with me, and then I'd find a good foster home for both of them where they could be together. These little girls were so important to this case. Their father worked for the biggest criminal I've ever had the pain and pleasure to chase. Tiberius ‘T.K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others.