Forsaken Comics Novels & Stories

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

Chapter 144 – The Forsaken Star’s Reckoning The forsaken star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its ashen light a cold specter, casting a pallor that bled despair into the abyss, each flicker a wound that unraveled the fragile threads of hope. Jessica’s hollowness was a raw chasm, her glow extinguished, her body trembling as her brother.

In this Forsaken Fortress, hailstones are a highly prized form of currency. "Come at the same time tomorrow! If you're available part-time, I'll consider employing you to fill in for the old musician when he gets tired of performing music. Before she died, Mrs. White Fox remarked. I mean, this is just too cruel. But in Forsaken Fortress, it is the situation. Li Wei was still speechless in the aisle behind the kitchen at the Chrysanthemum Flower. He was alone himself, surrounded by garbage from the brothel's kitchen. Li Wei was still in disbelief at Mrs White Fox's treatment of him when she deserted him.

“But your case is… unique.” She turns the notebook toward me. On the page is a sketch—two wolves, bound by an invisible cord. The cord is slashed through the middle. “This,” she says, “is what happens during a mutual rejection. The cord frays. Slowly. It gives the wolf time to adapt, to adjust. But you? You forced it. You burned it out instantly. That shock can put the wolf in a state of spiritual paralysis.” “So what do I do?” I whisper. “How do I wake her up?”

Dim was the moon but anyone could see through the darkness as torches were lit, their rays shining across the field. Indistinct chatter filled the air across the open space as the prisoners uttered words in low tones while some laughed out loud. They didn't laugh because of something funny but rather, because they had lost hope as their laugh was followed by a loud cry after beating up themselves. The Dreadhowl pack wasn't a place anyone would dream to be. Once you're enslaved, there's no escaping and every single one knew that was the end of the road for them.

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.

Luke asks, resting his head on his hands, staring at Freya curiously. Freya lifts her head and looks at him. "After the betrayel, Samual went on to create his own pack of werewolves. He had mutiple women, multiple kids with all of them. Those kids went on to have more. Since he was not reproducing with his true mate, each decendent lost more stregnth and power, becoming the werewolves you are today. Samual used his power for evil, driving the human towns against him. The humans finally attacked, pushing the pack into hiding. Samual dissapeared, leaving his two kids in charge. Everybody was taught what Samual wanted them to believe."

It was a fantasy, a dream, a moment of solace in a world filled with uncertainty. The tears flowed freely, and I allowed myself to grieve for the life I had lost and the one that had become an enigma. The party continued inside, oblivious to my solitary musings, and I clung to the imaginary presence of Hayden, seeking answers and comfort in the darkness. The night wore on, and I remained in the garden, lost in my thoughts and the fantasy of Hayden's company. The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers.

All I can do is pray silently that the nightmare will end as soon as possible. "First things first, Alpha Amon. We didn't come here to answer your questions. We're here to hear answers to our questions, straight from the source." The Elder sets down his glass and glares at me. "You have my full attention, Elder Mercury." "Two days ago, we received a report claiming that an Obsidian lives in this area. It calmed that the Obsidian isn't a part of this pack. Is that true? We assume that you, as the Alpha, would know." My gaze shifts to the voice I haven't heard before. Sitting in place of the old Nightcrawler is his son. I guess the old fart finally died.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....