Forsaken Comics Novels & Stories

I cried for the man we lost, I cried for my fatherless children, and I cried for the version of myself that had died along with him in that ritual. We stood there for a long time. Eventually, the tears ran dry, leaving my face feeling stiff and salty. The adrenaline was gone, replaced by a bone-deep fatigue. The war with the witches was over. The Crimson Circle had been broken. “We have to go,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. “We can’t stay here.” I nodded slowly. I reached picked up Aston, while Kaelen carefully lifted Aira. The air was thick with the smell of pine and damp earth as we stood at the border.

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

“The one most of us have given up hope on or have long forgotten. The prophecy foretold a Luna that will save us all from our damnation, blah blah. It was foretold that a female will be born of purest blood and form, she will be the guidance blessed upon us to lead us back home where we shall seek redemption for all eternity… just, in another realm than this one, I suppose.” There is a heavy silence between the three of them that hangs in the air like a blanket. Niklas isn’t much of a talker. “What nonsense did you just spew?” Harbin speaks first. “That isn’t what the scriptures and texts say at all.” “As a ranked member and Kai being royalty, we received different education. I’m sure whatev

One of the guys stepped forward, stretching out his hands for me. "Oh, hi. So what is this about?" I asked, after the other guys took turns to introduce themselves. "Well, just a group of people, finally accepting who they are or what the pack tagged us to be rather. The Losers." He explained, with a sly grin. I recognised some of the other guys who had spent the night at our motel the first time I saw Wesley. "So what else do you people do?" I asked. "Solve crimes, you know, do what the supposed alpha favorite son couldn't do." Atlas replied, shrugging his shoulders.

She muttered and left, while I continued walking. Damon folded his arms across his chest and stood far away from the gates. He just observed without saying anything. The mate bond between us ached sharply and mercilessly. I released the pull and looked away first. My steps took me past the gates, barefoot and chin high. He had cast me out and separated me from the pack. But in doing so, he gave me something far more valuable than belonging: freedom. And I had nothing left to lose, which made me dangerous.

Since then, he entrusted me with the task of infrastructure planning for a newly developed area. With time, our repeated intellectual exchange subtly brought us closer. … Meanwhile, Justin’s life was crumbling. I broke our mate bond with a magic scroll. Having lost his fated mate, Justin’s wolf fell into dejection. The consequences of his wolf’s decline were a lot worse than he thought. Justin lost his authority before the pack council, and several major hunting and expansion plans failed massively. Once I was gone for sure, Marissa dropped her act. No longer content with fine clothes and jewelry, she started to demand power and influence.

In the end, the Knapps had no choice but to send her to a care facility for lifelong supervision. Daniel felt nothing when he heard the news. He drifted through his days in a haze, doing nothing but drink and smoke. His room was littered with beer bottles and cigarette butts. He quit his job, cut off his friends, and locked himself inside an apartment, refusing to see anyone. He often woke up drenched in a cold sweat, haunted by my face, my voice, and our past together. "I was wrong, Bella. Please come back…" But no matter how much he pleaded, he would never see me again.

Then, three paragraphs in, my name appeared. *Emily Carter's recent success exemplifies this troubling trend. Her 'Fractures and Light' series, which chronicles her divorce and subsequent personal growth, has been celebrated as groundbreaking. However, one must ask—is this truly groundbreaking art, or is it simply well-executed autobiography that happens to fit current market preferences?* I kept reading, feeling sick.

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

“We don’t have time for this family reunion bullshit. Those golden-eyed freaks are still coming. If the Forsaken are here, Michelle is using them as cleanup crew to finish off whoever survives.” The lead Forsaken took another step closer. I wonder how it had so many scars on its body. Who or what had it been fighting?. “Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.”