Novel & Cerita Forsaken Characters Survivors

Daniel. She stared at his name for a long moment. She could guess why he was calling. He must have heard about the house, and maybe he had finally realized she wasn't as helpless as he had always believed. Her thumb hovered over the button, and for a moment she nearly let it ring. Then she changed her mind. There was still something she wanted to witness, something she wouldn't get to see if she cut them off completely too soon. She wanted to know how long it would take for Daniel, Vanessa, and his mother to turn on one another once there was no food, no electricity, and no clean water. So why not play along a little longer? She drew a slow breath, and answered. "Hello?"

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere

“So what’s the play now?” Charlotte looked around the room—the bruises, the burns, the haunted eyes. This was once a team. Now they were something more. They were survivors. But more than that… They were coming back for what was theirs. Charlotte’s voice cut through the tension like a blade through fog. “We burn him to the ground.”

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

It had regenerated and was coming for us too. I looked at what remained of our group. We were broken, exhausted, outnumbered by two of the strongest monsters we’d ever faced. But giving up wasn’t an option. I pulled Liora close for a moment, pressing my forehead to hers. “Whatever happens here, I love you. You made me want to live again. Not just survive.” “I love you too, you idiot. Now let’s kill these bastards and go home.” Unit Prime came from the left while the Forsaken charged from the other side.

“Arson was afraid I wouldn’t get to you before something happened. Thank goodness he saw Razor take you through his scope. I don’t think the Kings could have handled us if you went missing as Jase and Ransom did.” “Well, I didn’t. What’s going on?” I ask him. “The Forsaken are retreating, and the Ravagers have been decimated. The only ones who survived are the ones loyal to Slater and Camden.” “Okay. I need to go help tend to the wounded.” Lachlan chuckles. “You are going to be so pissed!”

The sparks from the flint died before they could touch the tinder. "The fire is dead, Alpha," Silas said, his breath hitching in a cloud of frozen mist. "The air... it won't let the flames live." The people of the fortress—exiles, warriors, and the survivors from the valley—were huddling together, their skin turning a translucent blue. I saw a mother clutching her pup, her tears freezing on her cheeks before they could fall. "Darlene," my father rasped, leaning against a pillar. "The Sun-Walkers... they didn't just forge weapons. They forged Sanctuaries".

There was no Jason to greet him and no bustling staff, only the wind dragging brittle leaves across the bare driveway. Ryan leaped out and shoved the heavy doors open. The grand hall was empty, and the expensive carpets were gone. The ancestral portraits on the walls, too, had vanished. Even the bronze hunting dog sculpture from the fireplace was missing. Standing at the center of the vacant hall were Francis, Bella, Darius, and Maria. Each wore a different expression, ranging from guilt, avoidance, and smug delight. "Where's Helen?" Ryan demanded. "Where's my child?" Bella stepped forward and handed him a document.

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 gasped. I tried to move. I forced myself to crawl, my fingernails digging into the dirt and my knees scraping against the jagged rocks. Every inch felt like a mile. I was so weak, so exhausted, and the sound of people crying and screaming in the background was making me lose my mind. The survivors were clashing with the guards, a messy, violent blur of teeth and claws. I kept my eyes on him. I just needed to touch him. I stretched my hand out, my fingertips inches away from his.