Forsaken Comics Novels & Stories

‘Sloane,’ Aisling whines. ‘No, Aisling. You know I’ve expected to always be alone. Maybe, after we’re Alphas, you can find someone to mate with in your wolf form. But that’s not the life for me, or us. We are forsaken. We are being punished, and punished women don’t get to live happily ever after. Our mother’s betrayal will end with us. I refuse to ever even consider having a daughter who may have to suffer the way we have.’

“A little pup, all alone.” “She smells like Moonbane,” the second spat. Her boots crunched closer. “Smells like shame.” “Exile,” the man chuckled, eyes raking over me like I was something dead. “Or maybe a runaway whore. What’s the difference?” I pushed myself up slowly, body trembling, but I wouldn’t beg. Not for them. Not for anyone. “Get lost,” I croaked, voice dry and low. “You don’t want to do this.” They laughed.

Each gesture is subtle, yet obvious: a man clearly drawn to the woman before him, taking careful, patient steps to make his feelings known. I give it no thought, no consideration. All I hear is the same lie and empty promises Varyn once fed me, all to claim my body. I say to myself twice: Forsaken will kill me. And yet, each day, I picture what a ravaging test Rauth will be.

A flicker of approval passed through his eyes. "Good," he replied. "The resources of the Winston family are yours to use. However, you have to walk the path on your own." … Three years later, in a high-stakes boardroom, my fingers glided over a billion-dollar contract. At the head of the table, I laid down profit reports from an energy futures hedging. And under the spotlight, I signed a multi-billion-dollar rare metal mining deal. The footsteps of supporters began to converge behind me. These past three years, I had deliberately shut out all news from Nuev City.

Once she had her claws in, she never let go. Ava moved forward, her voice chilly. You let her pick our kids. For your personal secrets, you let her cut a chunk out of our load. Carter's face wrinkled, regret apparent in his eyes. I am aware of it. I apologize. Nevertheless, it's too late. His comments weighed me down, and the knowledge that this betrayal went farther than I had ever thought put me back. But forgiveness and compassion had no place here. "Take him," I said, sounding hard. And ensure the Raven understands she has lost her inside source.

My tears had long since dried out and even Isa had not reared her head in a while. A few days in the wilderness quickly broke everything down. It was very simple now. I just had to get away. I had never been out of the packlands before so my navigation was horrible. And yet I needed to take just one more step. I fell again but this time there was to be no getting back up. “Do you still live?” A strange voice asked. I looked up, knowing that I was just hallucinating. A shadowy figure in an overflowing dark cloak stood over me. Even his face was completely concealed. He held a thick staff by his side and it was adorned with a giant gem. I fainted.

Amos's POV - Inside the Void The Void is worse than I imagined. There's no light, no sound, no sense of direction. Just endless darkness pressing in from all sides, trying to tear my soul apart. Whispers echo around me—voices of the dead, souls that got lost here and never escaped. They claw at my light, trying to drag me down into oblivion with them. "Mira!" I shout into the darkness. "Mira, where are you?" No response. Just the hungry whispers getting louder.

“You think he wrote something else about the Forsaken?” “He knew more than he let on,” Nicola replied. “I just need to find it.” Finally, she came upon a passage that caught her attention. The page was heavily annotated, the handwriting sharper and more hurried than usual. “The creation of Forsaken is not random - it’s deliberate. A corrupted energy source fuels their transformation, but it requires a willing participant to guide the process. Look for the signs of manipulation, the whispers of betrayal among your own.” Nicola’s heart skipped a beat. “A willing participant…”

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

A faint irritation surfaced, sharp and brief. He turned the scroll looking for continuation or explanation. There was more, lower, in a section. There are records… lost to those who feared what they could not control. Damian's gaze hardened as he read on. Some sought to break it. Few succeeded. The method is not written plainly; it is scattered, hidden and buried among knowledge not meant for all. Damian paused, his breathing slow and deliberate. Then one final line caught his eye. To sever what was never accepted… one must first understand what was formed.