Novel & Cerita Forsaken Country

Chapter 4: The Forgotten Prophecy Emerging from the Shadow Realm, Elara and Aric found themselves standing on the edge of a vast expanse, where the forest gave way to rolling plains dotted with ancient ruins. "This is the Forgotten Plains," Aric explained, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Once, it was a land of great beauty and prosperity. But now, it lies in ruin, a testament to the folly of those who sought to wield powers beyond their understanding." As they explored the desolate landscape, they came upon crumbling statues and weathered tablets, each one bearing cryptic symbols and faded inscriptions. Elara felt a stirring of recognition deep within her soul, as if the stones themselves wer

“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

I'll be fine, babe," my mother assured him as she kissed him. I felt like I wanted to hurl. I was so glad when the engine started. "Take care, Freya," Jack had the nerve to wish me goodbye. I pretended he wasn't there while I looked at the houses across the street, and I was soon on my way to a town I didn't want to be a part of. It had been a long journey to The Town of Forgotten. A land that few people had heard of. But those who left there for a better life. The ones who were attached to it by birth.

Finally, he muttered, voice low and rough: “Some of the were-folk… they’re still alive. They’re hiding in the mountains. But they blame you, Kyla. They think you—” He cut himself off, exhaling hard. “They think you left them to die.” The words cracked something inside me. The mist around us almost seemed to thicken with my grief, responding to the shards of my magic that still sparked restlessly, though broken, stripped bare. I turned slowly, scanning the ashen horizon. The capital stretched before me, unrecognizable. Buildings hollowed out, streets littered with bones, lanterns hanging dim, swaying in the wind with no one left to light them. It was a graveyard. My kingdom was a graveyard.

“Not for me. But for what we must protect. Noctaria has burned. It has bled. It has broken. But tonight… we remind the dark that we remember.” A cheer rang out—not loud, but fierce. The kind of sound born from survivors, not conquerors. And far above, the howl rang out a third time. This time, it sounded like it was coming from beneath the earth. From the gate. The Forgotten Vale lay ahead like a scar on the land. Jagged cliffs surrounded it. No vegetation grew. The stones bled faint red beneath the moonlight, as if remembering every drop spilled on its surface. Jayden studied it from the overlook. “So this is where it ends.”

A muffled, despairing cry rose from the coven youth, children clinging to their older siblings as the weight of their parents' deaths settled over them. Lila thrashed against her chains, her eyes wild with a vicious combination of hatred and terror, but Jesse’s heavy hand on her shoulder kept her pinned to the floor. “As for the children,” Damon continued, his voice dropping to a lower frequency that vibrated through my chest. “They will not be cast out to starve or be hunted by the rogue factions at our borders.” Ina and I exhaled in relief, sharing a look before we both looked back at Damon.

So, I shared the visions of war, the warning about the gate. Caleb listened without interrupting, but the further I spoke, the darker his expression became. "A gate buried beneath the kingdom," he repeated slowly. "Apparently, the Forgotten is searching for it." I stated. His jaw tightened as he said, "There are old stories about sealed ruins beneath the northern territories." That sounded deeply terrible. "Can we not live in a world with normal problems?" I muttered. Caleb’s thumb remained beneath my eye for a second longer than necessary.

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.

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.

“No. They had no need for a whole troop, they weren't expecting anyone to find them.” And they had reason to. We were standing in a house registered under the governor’s surname, which, at closer inspection, it turned out that there was no relation. I wouldn't have even bothered to check, if I didn't notice in the video, one of the twin girls, letting herself be tossed around so she could leave behind pieces of her dress. But I did, and I found a piece of that dress stuck to the barbed wire fence like a pink flag of defiance. Clever girl.