Novel & Cerita Forsaken Book

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

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.”

The past had a way of creeping in when she least expected it. No matter how much she tried to bury it, no matter how many times she convinced herself she had moved in, it still clung to her like a shadow, refusing to let go. Eirlys walked alone through the corridors of the packhouse, her fingers brushing against the cool stone walls as her mind drifted back—back to a time when she had nothing. No home. No freedoms. No name, only a whispered reminder of who she used to be before everything was stripped from her.

Finally, she stilled, her hand pressing against one shelf as though the weight of memory bore down on her. “There is something I must tell you,” she said softly. Marek’s brow furrowed. “What is it?” Her voice dropped lower, carrying the weight of forbidden knowledge. “Long ago, before the Order rose, I wrote of a text — a collection of rituals, prophecies, and curses so dark it was sealed away. The Book of Damn.” Marek’s eyes widened. “The Book… sealed in the Hollow Realm?” Eloria turned to face him. “Yes. That book holds knowledge of shadow-born entities, of spirits that can possess the living. If something has taken Varek, its name, its purpose, and its weakness may be within those pages.”

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."

“The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.” Her presence pressed closer, warmer. “I have been with you since the moment you turned eighteen,” she continued. “But I could not communicate with you. Dark magic stood in the way.” “Dark magic?” I stiffened. “That’s forbidden.” No one practiced dark magic anymore, not even witches. Every supernatural clan had outlawed it decades ago. Instant death was the punishment for anyone caught. “Power like that never truly disappears,” Carla replied. “There are still those who covet power.”

The eyes remained the same though; cold and full of swirling power. "Why do you want me here?" "You remind me of someone," Am Heh replied in a more ponderous tone. "One of the reasons you are here. And before you think that Atum can reseal me, he cannot," he continued, wandering to the bookcase and running a clawed finger over the shelf before plucking one of the tomes down "the vessel is broken and it cannot be replaced." He opened the book, wafting away the cloud of dust that the fragile paper emitted, wrinkling his nose. Apparently even Gods disliked dust.