Forsaken Comics Novels & Stories

Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing. A call from an unknown caller. I hesitated to pick up the call, and before I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. Then I sighed in relief. Again while on a F******k search, the unknown caller rang back. This time I didn't hesitate to respond to the call. Upon picking up the call, I was met by silence. Then I went first, "Hello.. who I'm I talk.." before I could finish my line, a male's voice intercepted, "It's Jack, I found your wallet and keys, just want to give them back."

Everyone there took a deep breath and then drank a glass of alcohol even though the sun was still high. “Just… what the hell happened in our kingdom? This is suffocating.” Everyone tries to live life as usual. But it all felt shallow when they all knew that they couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness every time they heard news of another disappearance of people. “This is all because of the greed of people in high society.” “That's right. Our kingdom lives fine even without the magic stones in the Frozen Lava. But they destroy it all to fill their stomachs! I hope their stomachs explode from greed!”

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

What the hell had fun got to do with physics? Next came The Forgotten, the bitter leftovers from the Cosmos's less successful attempts at creation. They were the gods who remembered that they were actually the prototypes, the versions that got scrapped when the Cosmos decided it could do better. They preferred to stay in the corners, with old blueprints and complaining about how things were better in the "good old days" before the moon got all fancy with its phases. Blame it on the EW anyway. Their power was based on hatred and nostalgia, and they spent most of their time writing hateful notes to the Cosmos about "what could have been."

Moving in perfect formation. They parked in a semicircle around the square. Doors opened simultaneously. Wolves poured out. Thirty or forty, all in fighting form wearing Thorne Pack colors. Then Damien stepped out of the lead vehicle. He looked different, like something dangerous. His eyes swept the square and locked on me. "Sera." "You're not welcome here," Marcus said before I could respond. "I'm not here for your permission." Damien pulled out a scroll. Actual parchment. "I carry divine authority from the Moon Goddess herself. This territory is under investigation for harboring Silverblood abominations. I have the right to…"

I whispered inside Carla. There had only ever been one white wolf in werewolf history. Carla. The realization hit me like a blow. “Carla,” I breathed. “Are you the legendary healer?” “Yes,” she answered through the mind link. “And you were never meant to be ordinary.” “Never meant to be ordinary?” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “Ordinary is far from it. I was forsaken.” “That is not true,” she said calmly. “The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.”

His aged eyes, darted from face to face as he sank into a chair. “Everything is a mess,” Selene said. “Pack members are dying in their numbers. Those creatures are wrecking havoc. Lance sighed. “Everything happens for a reason. When you broke the seal, Selene. You unleashed them. They existed before werewolves. Centuries ago the first Luna and the moon goddess sealed them. They're called the Abyssborn and now, they are back.” Ethan's eyes narrowed in surprise. Rylan and Kieran exchanged troubled looks.

"We were stressed when we heard the tremors." Liam bowed his head. "It shall be done, Luna." As Liam and the others ventured deeper into the mines, Aveline, Killian, and Elder Brandt examined the fallen creatures. Their bodies were unlike anything they had ever seen, a grotesque fusion of animalistic features and otherworldly elements. "They're not werewolves," Killian observed, his brow furrowed. "Nor are they any creature I've ever encountered in the forest." Elder Brandt, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, knelt beside one of the creatures. "They are a reminder," he said softly, "of a time long forgotten, a time when magic was wild and untamed."

But what kind of luck leaves you forgotten? What kind of Luna lies rotting in a bed while the pack dances under the moon? I used to count the days. I used to believe I’d get better. That giving birth to a child too powerful for my body didn't break me forever. That maybe—just maybe—he’d come visit and tell me he missed me. I wonder if he still calls me mama. Now I count the seconds between doses. The space between breaths. The dwindling hope that I'd get my wolf back.

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!! Until then, Elizra