Forsaken Country Novels & Stories

Then, out of the dark, a dozen figures emerged. They weren't Council Enforcers. They weren't wearing silver armor or carrying runes. They were dressed in rags, their hair long and matted, their skin covered in old scars and dirt. Some of them were half-shifted, their ears pointed or their teeth elongated. They looked like ghosts, thin and hungry, their eyes glowing with a feral, yellow light. "Who are they?" Rowan whispered, shrinking back toward a tree. "The Forsaken," Killian said, his sword clearing the scabbard with a sharp ring. He didn't lower his guard. "The outcasts. The ones the Council kicked out for being 'imperfect.' I thought they were all dead."

“Then let’s not waste any time.” Back at the packhouse, Nicola spread the ancient books out on the table in her suite. The triplets sat nearby, their presence grounding her as she flipped through the fragile pages. The texts were written in a mix of languages, some of which she recognized, others that were completely foreign. “This one mentions the Forsaken,” Dylan said, pointing to a passage in one of the books. “It’s talking about them as part of some prophecy.” “Of course it’s a prophecy,” Dean muttered. “Why is it always a prophecy?”

The winds that whispered through the Valley of Dusk carried more than just the scent of wild herbs and earth—they carried the weight of a thousand unspoken promises, fractured truths, and looming war. Aria stood at the edge of the precipice, her eyes locked on the distant ridges where the land bled into the horizon. Below, the valley dipped into shadow, its secrets buried deep within the soil, forgotten by time… and forsaken by choice.

The sun shines in my face as the doors open, making me cover my eyes. Talon leads me down the stairs. I uncover my eyes to such a beautiful village. When I was brought in my eyes had been covered, so I missed it all. I stare in awe at all the different sizes of houses, from small to large, all unique in their own way. Forestry surrounds the village, adding in wonderful scents and animal songs. I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of lavender. Freya purring in delight to the beauty of the nature.

] [Jensen's just a deadbeat who wasted six years of their lives. [True love wins!] I was not angry over the comments. Instead, I quietly passed along some damaging intel on Nicky's company to her biggest competitor. Nothing weighed heavier on a marriage than poverty. I hoped they could keep their love alive when she inevitably went bankrupt. After that, I looked at the 1.2 million dollars in my account and booked a plane ticket for a trip. Tara had been in the hospital since she was a little over a year old. Her biggest wish was to see the world once she got better.

Jason tossed me a thin blanket and a piece of bread that looked like it had been chewed on by rats. "This is your dinner." As the door slammed shut, darkness and silence closed in. I sank to the floor beside a dust-covered oak cabinet, feeling a chill seep into my bones. Sorrowfully touching my belly, I said in a quiet voice, "My baby, your father and everyone else don't want you in this world. I'm sorry. Baby, you wouldn't want to be born into a loveless home like this either, would you?" The baby kicked me, as if in response.

“There is the price.” Hope stared. “What price?” “To give every forgotten child freedom…” The Forgotten’s smile returned. “…you must give them somewhere to exist.” Hope’s heart sank. The Zero World had already transformed into a crossroads. But it couldn’t hold thousands upon thousands of souls. Adrian looked at her. “Hope…” The Forgotten continued. “There is only one place large enough.” Hope looked toward the darkness. “No.” “Yes.” “The Void.” “No.” The Forgotten’s smile widened. “The place where nothing exists.”

“Only then can we start with the breach. We’ve been clawing at the walls of Fenra for years, and still, they endure. How much longer must I wait to see that land in the palm of my hands?” “It’s true,” I admitted, my smile fading. Fenra was a country envied by most. Their land itself was the reason we couldn’t break them. This land we have, despite its flowery name, Montrose, is anything but flowers. It’s weak. Filled with thorns. Broken people, hungry people, a land cursed to bleed no matter how much power we pour into it. I clenched my jaw. Even the vampires, for all their arrogance, were better off than we were.

My mind wandered on their previous confession. They needed assistance from military forces to invade Black Mafia's territory. A piece of memory was flaunting in my mind. Military? D Nation? Then I remembered something. My eyes widened apart before an unexpected smile came on my lips. If I could dive into more thoughts,Dylan sent me a reminder, " Get inside the car. What are you standing for?" I snapped out of my thoughts and hopped into the car hurriedly. We drove back to the mansion within a short moment. Dylan seemed utterly frustrated and ignored my existence like air.