Novel & Cerita Forsaken Characters Survivors

Brad recoiled and withdrew his hand before leaving with the others in resentment. I stood there in silence, clutching Mom's funeral portrait, fighting to keep the tears from spilling. I had endured hardships my whole life. I had slept on construction sites and gotten my skin burned under the sun; I had delivered food until dawn and survived accidents. Through all of it, I had never once broken down, clinging to the belief that men should never cry. But Mom's death had me breaking down countless times.

“Because we have a common enemy. And because, whether you like it or not, we’re your only chance at survival.” I hesitated, scanning the faces of those who had joined him. They were a motley group—some tall, some short, some cloaked in darkness, others with features that hinted at something not quite human. But there was a fire in their eyes, a determination that mirrored my own. Damon stepped forward, his stance protective as he eyed the newcomers. “How do we know you’re not just another trap?” he challenged, his voice laced with distrust.

They only spent a few hours to defeat an opposing kingdom’s army that should have taken a bit longer than how long it takes in the past. What makes the children eager to defeat the opposing armies is that the persecuted children shared their experience to the others who immediately sympathizes for them, making all the children show no mercy to the ones that harmed their fellow gifted. The other kingdoms sees how easily they are defeated by the monsters that they deemed evil. And so they decided to do the same thing but the people have already been planted with fear, it became a common practice for them to avoid getting caught by other people using their abilities. And most of the kingdoms en

“They slaughtered a bloodline.. your bloodline” “They called it necessary,” she went on. “They called it war. They called it justice.” Her lips curved slightly. “But it was actually annihilation of what they feared was a threat.” “Dustfang fell,” she said. “Men. Women. Children. Entire families wiped out in one night.” My hand curled into a fist. “No one survives that,” I whispered. Liora’s smile sharpened. “Someone did well, technically two people of that bloodline survived alongside some ordinary wolves.”

I was supposed to forget him. But you can’t erase something that was written in the soul. We reached the northern camp before dawn. It wasn’t much just a cluster of tents near a ruined chapel, smoke rising from fires barely alive. The scent hit me first: wolf, human, and fear. The Cross assassins readied their rifles. I raised my hand to stop them. “Wait here,” I said. They hesitated. “Now.” I moved alone through the snow, silent, until I reached the first tent. Inside, a child slept beside a woman who looked like barely alive ribs showing, eyes sunken, hands trembling even in sleep. They weren’t soldiers. They were survivors. Refugees from Valentina’s madness.

The man suddenly leaned down and bit the back of her hand on his throat. He shrugged it off and joked, “You say it like I’m not a bad person. Or do you think my two kids were born by surrogate surgery?” “Who isn’t a bad person? Rotten husbands and rotten wives—that’s what lasts forever…” “I won’t marry!” Trapped by the Davenier family for over twenty years, bound tightly in her youth, always forced to comply or branded a heartless ungrateful traitor, morally blackmailed for half a lifetime—she had finally escaped that cage and didn’t want to step into another.

He closed his eyes and let the darkness take him. The caravan was a collection of survivors, a traveling community that moved through the frozen wasteland in search of resources, shelter, and safety. They were led by a woman named Kira, a former military officer who had turned her skills to survival in the apocalypse. She was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp eyes and a voice that commanded respect. She had built the caravan from nothing, had gathered the survivors, had organized the work details, had created a functioning society in the heart of the frozen wasteland.

I haven’t survived through skill or intelligence; I haven’t solved my own problems. I escaped Garrick out of luck. Bastien saved me from homelessness and starvation. Drake saved me from drowning and being assaulted. Someone I have never been able to identify rescued me from the fire, and kind strangers helped me make it to Eros territory when I woke up. I can’t even take credit for building my life in Asphodel – it was handed to me.

I slam the door shut behind us and lock every latch for the first time in months. I switch on all the lights, falling to my knees when light graces my core once more and reveals the space I knew to be familiar and safe. Sassy comes straight to me and I hug her tighter than ever before, sobbing against her as I croak words of thanks that I knew didn’t fall upon deaf ears. I hold tight, keeping myself against the one thing keeping me afloat in this abyss. I was done falling. _____________________________________________ A/N It's sad that Iris is so messed up but we got a few glimpses into her past so there's that. I honestly don't really blame Lucian, I mean, it's his family. But the hand rele

My soul was different. I shivered, pulling my blanket tighter around me as I stared up into the darkness. It wasn’t just that the furies were coming for Hayden. They were coming for me, for whatever strange power was tied to my soul. But how could my soul be different? I had never thought of myself as special or powerful. I was just Ava—an ordinary woman who had fallen in love with a ruler of the Underworld. And now I was caught in a web I didn’t fully understand, surrounded by forces far beyond my control.