Novel & Cerita Forsaken Comics

"You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out." When Nicky was first starting out, I lived with her in a cramped basement and ate cheap takeout. She was moved by my dedication and promised to buy me everything I wanted once she succeeded. However, those promises faded and were replaced by contempt. I would rather see her dead than offer her a fresh start. "Jensen, I was wrong. Ryan clouded my judgment. Please forgive me. I can't live without you," she pleaded regretfully. I looked at her without an ounce of sympathy and replied, "I don't love you anymore, Nicky. I've never felt more at peace since I left you. If you can't go on, then go ahead and end it. Maybe you'll meet

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!!

K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others. Mr Tibe was a man — maybe an entity with how hard it was to lay eyes on him — who sold everything illegal, with roots of power embedded so deep in the state, his empire might still be standing after I’d take him down. But that's okay, if I have to cut down every fucking branch myself, then that's what I'll do. I'd already lost someone to that, and while I didn't have any more siblings, I had a mom. And she had friends that had siblings.

Even his grandfather Gregory, who liked me most, had patted my hand and said, “Quinn, are you short on money? I’ll give you more. You just need to learn how to be the future Luna of the Graysons.” And over time… I believed them. I stopped trying for anything else— and poured all of myself into loving Caleb. When I left the pack house, I took nothing. Not even the money Gregory had offered me. I rented a small one-bedroom apartment with what I’d secretly earned working part-time in college, hiding it from them all. Ethan must have seen the place— and that was why he made his offer. Joining the Blackwood Pack was an opportunity I had no reason to refuse.

I had returned to the heart of Silverwood in a desperate bid to uncover anything that could explain Morrigan’s connection to the prophecy and her vendetta against me. The scroll’s brittle edges threatened to crumble under the pressure of my grip, but I forced myself to focus, to breathe, as I unrolled the fragile document. The language was archaic, the symbols twisted and foreign, but I recognized enough of the ancient dialect to decipher its meaning. What I read chilled me to the bone. The Blood of the Forsaken shall sow discord, and the Heart of Silverwood shall tremble. The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death.

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

then they are the other type of rogues, they are called the, "Feral ones, or the forsakened”. these are mindless werewolf that have surrenderd totally to its animalistica instincts. most times like the sisters told me, it results from death of a mate, or rejection. but the forsakened in trade for their humanity are very strong and powerful than regular rogues, sometimes going against the "natural rule" to fight alphas.

We went to a not secluded neighborhood where the store of the man Tristan wanted to interview was located. The entire area became like artsy grounds for talented people. Artists filled the empty walls along the streets with graffiti, attracting newcomers like us. It was not my first time there, so I just ignored the walls. I had a part-time job there before. Gavin wasn’t also looking and his attention was all on me, making me uncomfortable. He was confident about walking under the sun. Meanwhile, Tristan couldn’t help himself. He had took out his phone and took a picture of everything we passed by.

Those foggy memories were created after Lila left me to be captured by the Lycans, and as expected, they brought me back to Crimson Moon pack, and if I was right, I was somewhere underneath the mansion I had spent years making my home, tied up like a fucking criminal. But what crimes had I committed? From my perspective, the answer to that question would be, “None.” However, if seeking a man’s love is a crime, then I would be guilty as charged. If trying to ensure that the man I loved also loved me back was a criminal act, then fine! I would be a criminal. Or maybe my cries weren’t related to love or to the man I believed I loved. Perhaps it was about how I abandoned my people without lookin

Somewhere beside her, Estelle's breath shuddered, and Roger's hand rested briefly on her shoulder. ... Martin Fallow's empire collapsed faster than anyone expected. One week after that night in the club, Martin Fallow's name was plastered across every news outlet in the country - fraud, bribery, trafficking, assault. The list of charges seemed to stretch without end. His so-called friends vanished overnight, business partners severed ties, and the man who had once moved in the same rarefied circles as Victor's V Group now sat behind reinforced glass, awaiting a trial he had no hope of winning.