Forsaken Book Novels & Stories

"Want a bite?" "No, thanks." "How about my bite?" He grinned, showing off his sharp canines. Chills traveled down my spine and I immediately took a coupke steps away. "Geez, definitely no." I sighed. "What do you mean when you said Roam was forrced to leave his pack?" Yzmael took a bite on his chocolate bar then chewed it before he answered me. "Simple. He got forsaken by his people." Confusion crept through me. "Forsaken? For what?"

I felt cracked. I’d managed to build an image of what my life would be like, created a picture that seemed to be so right I didn’t prepare myself for a reality where it was anything but my reality. So things had begun to fall apart, pieces of this life breaking away bit by bit until I was left with nothing but me. But I didn’t know what I was without being Alpha, didn’t know who I was without my family, and I didn’t want to know. Because so far, that person seemed to be weak. Cracked. Mangled. Broken.

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!!

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 approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

“Then let’s not waste any time.” Back at the packhouse, Nicola spread the ancient books out on the table in her suite. The triplets sat nearby, their presence grounding her as she flipped through the fragile pages. The texts were written in a mix of languages, some of which she recognized, others that were completely foreign. “This one mentions the Forsaken,” Dylan said, pointing to a passage in one of the books. “It’s talking about them as part of some prophecy.” “Of course it’s a prophecy,” Dean muttered. “Why is it always a prophecy?”

“The key to understanding the mark is finding the temple that Elixir saw. If it truly exists here, it’s hidden deep within the cursed land of the Forsaken.” The Forsaken Lands—the name alone sent shocks down my spine. It was a place of nightmares, where even the greatest warriors would not dare to go. The gods had abandoned this place, leaving it haunted by the spirits of those who had lost their way. Those who entered never returned. I gulped hard, my fingers grazing the rune again. It felt heavy, like it was trying to draw me in, urging me toward something unknown and terrifying. “I have to go,” I whispered, the weight of the realization settling heavily in my chest. “If I don’t, this mark

As I go to hit my fist into the wall once more, I hear Finn's words from our last conversation. “But you can’t…” What did he mean by that? Does he know what will happen if I set her free? Maybe I should give him a call. There is also one more book I can look it up in but there is a chance that Samuel might not have it in his library. I pick up the phone and dial 3 once more. Samuel answers. “Samuel, I was wondering if you had one more book in your library?” “Which book?” “It is a very rare book and I know that there are not very many copies left of it as most of them were destroyed by some that thought the contents gave away too many secrets. It is called ‘The book of Forbidden Supernatural

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I have accepted that. *I am writing to apologize. Not to seek forgiveness. I do not deserve forgiveness. But to acknowledge the harm I caused. To take responsibility. To say the words I should have said years ago.* *I am sorry. To you, Alexander, for manipulating you. For using you. For preventing you from finding real happiness. To Emily, for terrorizing you. For trying to destroy you. For being so consumed by jealousy that I lost all humanity.*