Forsaken Country Novels & Stories

“It is tradition. We do not bend the law for sympathy.” The gates shut behind me with a deafening clang that echoed across the darkened woods. And just like that... I was alone. Banished. Branded. Broken. Carrying a life no one wanted. And walking into a world that had never known mercy.

James followed suit and said, “Coincidentally, I have something to ask you.” “Ask away.” She looked at James. He asked, “Previously while we were in the Desolateness Sanctuary, you once headed to the Forsaken Land. What is this Forsaken Land? Are there places outside the reach of the Heavenly Path in this universe?” “You really want to know?’ Melinda asked. “I’m just curious,” James replied.

He was now a little apprehensive in his heart, and in the past two days, he had also learned through Ye Ren'er that this was the Zhaoming Country, which was also considered to be a large cultivation country away from the realm. Away from the realm and the purple realm, the bitter realm are different, away from the realm is a national system is extremely strict place, where the cultivation of the great masters of countless countries, and are subject to the court, far from the purple realm of those puppet countries can be compared, can be said that away from the realm is really "the world's great is not the king of the earth", there is no individual cultivation forces dare to defy the court. A

The journey began before dawn, beneath the crimson shadow of a moon that shouldn’t exist. Snow fell like whispers from the gods, blanketing the forest in a silence that felt sacred and fatal. Frostvale lay beyond the mountain teeth, a land buried in myth and encased in ice. No one had stepped foot there in generations. It was where the Null Stone was said to sleep, cradled by an ancient temple carved before the age of wolves. A place built not to be found, but to be *forgotten.*

A chill slips down my spine, more from the weight of his words than the night air. Hollow Pines. Just the name feels like a whisper left too long in the dark. A place that doesn’t belong on any map, and yet somehow calls to those who need something lost, answers, power, redemption. Or ruin. "The amulets only work on our side of the border, so we can't be spelled on our lands. But I dont know how I feel about leading you... and everyone else on a witch's territory. Perhaps it would be better if you stayed..."

"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

one of the guards continued, “we have searched every kingdom or every land we can track. We checked the high grounds and the low grounds. We first went to the neighboring kingdom, the Fang Thalren. Unfortunately, they haven’t seen the Luna.” My jaw twitched. I didn’t respond. I just waited, hoping their next words would give me something—anything—to follow. “After that, we tracked down the Ravaryn Kingdom,” he added carefully. “And again, we found nothing. She is not there.” A tight breath escaped me. I muttered under my breath, unable to hide how drained I was. I hadn’t slept properly in days. Every hour without her felt like another weight pulling me down. The pressure inside me snapped, a

"And you will too." He mumbled while taking another shot. Linda perceived that Daniel did not listen to whatever Mary had said after that. He only heard till he was left like an orphan. Yet, it was true. She would be leaving him after the plan succeeded. She looked at Daniel and she could only see pain on his face. She tried to understand his sorrow. It was true that anyone in his place would feel the way he was feeling right now. His life became a mess. She imagined the small baby who was constantly being abandoned. His mother left him when he was born. His real father never showed up and his mother's husband never wanted him. He was simply an unwanted baby. And now even his foster father t

Time passed in the blink of an eye. When Finnegan saw that I was being very uncooperative, not caring whether or not I got hurt in the tug of war and refusing to listen to orders, he told the bodyguards to step aside and spoke to me instead, saying, "I heard that you're surviving on stale bread from some bakery near your place." I lowered my head in shame. Although everyone knew that my family was bankrupt and that I, Winter Brooke, had fallen from grace, I still felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed when confronted by Finnegan, my longtime crush.

“I know. She’s the reason he had me. But… why didn’t anyone ask me if I wanted to be born?” I watched his small figure walk away, my chest aching. Yes, he was Caleb’s only son. But half his blood was Serena’s. The pack would never accept him. With Caleb dead, his parents had left the territory in grief. Gregory was bedridden. The boy was left to a nanny, ignored—kept alive, nothing more. “Mommy, why are you crying?” My daughter’s soft hands wiped my tears. “If Daddy sees you crying, he’ll scold me for not protecting you again,” she whispered, then leaned closer.