Forsaken Book Novels & Stories

Fated to Fall ________________________________________ Lora’s POV “I never wanted this.” Before I could stop them, the words were out of my mouth and I could not hide the sting in my voice. With my fate now in Revan, the Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, my hands were shaking. The weight of the circumstances was crushing me, and the tension between us felt as though it were an invisible power. The intensity of the air around us caused shivers in my body.

Though, I thought wryly, such knowledge was unlikely to be of much use against a determined predator. As I scanned Roxy's papers, one title in particular caught my eye: "Forsaken". I picked up the page, expecting it to be blank, but to my surprise, there were a few lines of writing underneath the title. My curiosity was piqued, and I looked up at Roxy, asking, "What did they teach you regarding the Forsaken?" My tone was genuine, reflecting my interest in hearing her response. The Forsaken were a mysterious and rarely discussed topic, even among supernatural creatures. I was eager to learn what Roxy knew.

And the Forsaken Knelt. The shadows stilled. The whispers faded. And when Lyla lifted her gaze The door was open. But she was the one standing on the other side. And for the first time in history The Forsaken had an Alpha. And her name was Lyla Blackwood.

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

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.

Until one day, fate noticed me and ripped my peaceful world apart. The day I met the Lycan King, the air felt heavy, as if the entire world was holding its breath. With a single glance, an ancient bond was formed between us, an invisible tether that I couldn’t break no matter how hard I tried. It ought to have been a blessing. Instead, it felt like a snare tightening around my neck. From that moment on, nothing in my life was steady.

I toss my bag on the passenger seat, open the large garage doors, then pull the truck out. It isn’t until after I’m well past Benedict’s pack that I finally feel like I can breathe. Whatever he’s thinking, I can’t be part of it. There is no future for me and Benedict. There is no future for me and anyone. I’m a forsaken woman, a forsaken wolf, punished because of what our mother did to anger the Moon Goddess. I’ve accepted my life. It is who I am and there is nothing I can do about that. But I won’t let Benedict use me, or, if he’s actually considering it, taking me as a mate. He deserves better than that, better than me. ‘Sloane,’ Aisling whines.

It has to be here… maybe it fell, maybe the book is waiting for me. Her fingers dug into the torn strap of her bag, but deep inside she knew the truth, if the black book had left her hands once, it had done so by its own will. The great black book was not a trinket to be misplaced. It chose, it abandoned, it devoured. But Still, denial was a sweeter poison than admitting defeat. The more she walked, the heavier her thoughts grew. Princess Elowen's voice echoed in her memory, soft yet edged with forewarning.. Làpatasodará Valkà… the witch who walks between the living and the forgotten.

⚡💥⚡ The crimson eye widened. 😱 The silver-masked figure stepped backward. Even Orion froze. 💀 Because names had power. And this name was forbidden. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten God The Book of Origins suddenly reappeared. 📖✨ Its pages turned wildly. One page stopped. A hidden page. A page torn from history. 🌑 Words appeared slowly. ⚡ AZRAEL Silence. 💀 Then more words followed. First Creation. First Prisoner. First Forgotten God.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”