Forsaken Book Novels & Stories

Sarah gave birth to two children: Dante and Evelyn Vanslord. Jo nearly dropped the book. "So that arrogant prick," she muttered aloud, "is the Moon Goddess's direct descendant." She shook her head, dazed. "What awful luck to end up mated to me." But just as she turned the next page... It was missing. A ripped seam, an ugly tear right through the story. The next surviving words chilled her: "Doomsday. Deaths of thousands. Never meant to be." Before she could make sense of it... "You know that’s a forbidden book," came a voice from behind her.

This choice was mine, and only mine. ‘Leave it Dad.’ I ended the mindlink as abruptly as it began, and blocked him. I wanted to be alone. This was in theory the end of my matebond. My marriage. My life as I knew it. And it hurt. I imagined when I met Aria, like most wolves, that meeting my fated mate, would be it for me. The moment we all wait for. That she would be my everything forever. Until the day I died. Seemed fate had some cruel twists set in our path. Because our forever had not been forever after all. The girl I had fallen for had been lost to me, and the moment that happened, our matebond was destroyed. I edged closer to the door, but Micah only blocked the way once more. “I don’t

Book 2 of Forbidden Series: The Forbidden Grimoire Hello, my faithful readers, thank you so much for your support to purchase the coins and reading the first volume of the forbidden series, I hope you can enjoy reading the second volume, titled ‘the forbidden grimoire.’ Happy reading! Prologue: The Beginning of an End.

returned from shadow-walks smelling of nothing absent, scrubbed from existence and only partially restored. I tore through the final shelf in the archive with desperate fingers, scrolls cascading to stone. My torch flickered, throwing wild shadows. Then I found it: ancient scrolls bound in flesh-string. The parchment crackled like dry leaves as I unfurled them, forgotten language spilling across the surface like dried blood. "Realm of the Forsaken," I whispered. A cursed dimension where guardian spirits who broke their oaths were cast, starved of light, sealed with sorrow. I hesitated briefly. What mother would not risk damnation to save her children?

No match to the aura that clung to her. I turned another page, frustration creeping into my chest. The book was meticulous—births, deaths, even lost heirs, and yet she was a ghost in all of it. A shadow that didn’t belong anywhere. My gaze drifted toward a second, smaller volume hidden behind the larger ones. The Book of the Fallen Packs. The title alone carried a chill. Those who were wiped from the records after the wars, their families scattered or erased. I set it down carefully and flipped it open. The entries were old, ink faded to brown, but one name caught my attention, House of Velmir.

Chapter 144 – The Forsaken Star’s Reckoning The forsaken star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its ashen light a cold specter, casting a pallor that bled despair into the abyss, each flicker a wound that unraveled the fragile threads of hope. Jessica’s hollowness was a raw chasm, her glow extinguished, her body trembling as her brother.

Dark magic indeed, but I had come too far now to falter. With an apologetic whisper to any watching ancestors, I poured the substance across the safe's surface, completing the blasphemous ritual step-by-step just as Fox commanded. The engraved dragons appeared to twist and grimace in the flickering shadows. An agonizing minute crawled past. Then the sealed door swung open silently on oiled hinges. Shock rooted me in place briefly before I darted inside, scanning the shelves frantically. There, dusty and unremarkable - the Book of the Forgotten. Lore banned for the prophecies of chaos it contained. Exactly as promised.

Recently, we've been researching portals and the forgotten realms, but every time we get close to answers, something blocks us. For example—today. We went to the ancient library that once belonged to the seers. Micha and I searched for anything related to realms. After hours of digging, we finally found a book titled: "THE FORGOTTEN REALMS." "Finally, something useful," Micha muttered. "I hope so," I replied. "The title sounds promising." If only we knew. I opened the first page—blank. Second page—blank. Third, fourth… nothing. Page after page, just empty white paper.

One of them was "THE FORSAKEN GOD!" THE ANIMAL GOD WHO FLEE FROM THE WORLD OF GODS! He read the book to let his tribes know who is their God! "Our God is Forsaken! THE FORSAKEN GOD! He lived deep inside in this deepest hell, "The Crater." But the GOD wanted to PROTECT US! He Stayed here for 100 years! HE'S A GOD! "He lived for almost a thousand years! And now our God is Back! He's going to reclaim his throne!"

But it bore a tattoo—a sigil Maya had seen before, once carved into a drowned body the trench spat up during the first war. It read: > “Testament of the Tide-Forsaken.” --- They found the vault behind a curtain of sea-thread. A stone altar, overgrown with memory coral, pulsed at the room’s center. And resting on it: a book. No cover. No binding. Just pages formed from the stretched skins of those who’d survived too long underwater. Maya reached out. The book opened itself. No wind. No touch. Just will. Inside, words carved in bleeding ink appeared: