Forsaken Country Novels & Stories

“Not three. An army.” “Where are you going to find one?” He looked out over the valley, where the smoke was still rising. “In every pack they’ve broken. Every wolf they’ve hunted. Every soul that’s lost someone to their power.” Jordan gave a dry laugh. “That’s not an army. That’s chaos.” Revan looked back at him. “Sometimes that’s what freedom starts as.” I stood slowly. My legs trembled, but I was still standing. “If we do this, there’s no going back.”

A faint irritation surfaced, sharp and brief. He turned the scroll looking for continuation or explanation. There was more, lower, in a section. There are records… lost to those who feared what they could not control. Damian's gaze hardened as he read on. Some sought to break it. Few succeeded. The method is not written plainly; it is scattered, hidden and buried among knowledge not meant for all. Damian paused, his breathing slow and deliberate. Then one final line caught his eye. To sever what was never accepted… one must first understand what was formed.

He now knew he was stronger than he thought he was. He was the king of the mystical world, who was once rejected and forsaken. End.

The corners of Jordan's mouth curved, and he didn't seem at all afraid of the men. "The Capital of Sin is a country that is not recognized internationally, it can't be found on the map, the reason why it's called the Capital of Sin is because in the beginning, all the people living there were exiled sinners, in our country, the vicious ones will be sentenced to death, but in many other countries, there is no death penalty, they believe that the death penalty is against humanity, so the highest punishment is life imprisonment, however, the country's territory is limited, the cells are also limited, so then the international alliance countries divided a piece of land, specifically to guard the

"We go to the Forsaken Territories." "The lawless lands beyond alliance control? Where rogue packs and exiles hide?" Horror filled her voice. "Draven, that's too dangerous." "More dangerous than staying within reach of the council? At least in the Forsaken Territories, there's no centralized authority to organize against us." I took her hands. "We can disappear there. Raise Lyanna beyond their prejudices and politics." "And live as outlaws? Fugitives hiding from civilized society?" "We'll live as free people beyond the reach of those who want to control or destroy us." My grip tightened. "It's not ideal. But it's survival."

It has been going on like this for years and The Pack had been doing everything possible to curb the situation. I felt a twinge of frustration as I heard the boy complain. I could see the helplessness and fear in his eyes -- and that wasn't what I wanted for the people. I have always wanted to create a comfortable environment for the people -- I wanted them to know how it feels to sleep with two eyes closed and not be afraid of anything. Unfortunately that feeling wasn't entirely present in Ascot, it made me think of Crescida; a kingdom without bandit infestation. That is how powerful Crescida, my father land, was -- the difference between Crescida and other kingdoms is that they were the wo

The territory ahead was forbidden to outsiders, guarded by old magic and even older spirits—remnants of leaders long forgotten by most of the pack. Aveline felt a chill run down her spine, not from the cold, but from the memory of old stories whispered in the hallways of the Pack Hall. This land, known as the Forbidden Territory, was sacred ground—once ruled by the pack’s ancestors, whose spirits were said to still linger, watching over those who crossed into their domain. Her son tugged at her cloak, his eyes wide with both exhaustion and unease. “Mama, is this where we’re going to live now?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The past had a way of creeping in when she least expected it. No matter how much she tried to bury it, no matter how many times she convinced herself she had moved in, it still clung to her like a shadow, refusing to let go. Eirlys walked alone through the corridors of the packhouse, her fingers brushing against the cool stone walls as her mind drifted back—back to a time when she had nothing. No home. No freedoms. No name, only a whispered reminder of who she used to be before everything was stripped from her.

I rushed into the emergency room at once. I felt so bad as I took in Sophia's weakened state. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I couldn't find Caleb." I could not bring myself to tell Sophia that Caleb had refused to come with me to the hospital. "You don't have to lie to me, Esther. Caleb is my son. I know him better than anyone else does. He must be with that woman again. "He chose to forsake me, his mother, because of that woman. What an ungrateful child!

"it is said that the last pair were so much in love that they were inseparable. However, it was the greed of man that was the downfall of their kingdom. Ending it with them dying together as the castle collapsed around them." "What happened, Momma?" "One of the village elders had a son who was favored above all. He was favored to the point of being spoiled. It poisoned his mind and his heart. When the girl he favored for his bride was chosen by the beast as his bride, Ragar could not accept that. Sheiria and Erwan were true soulmates, and Ragar set out to turn the people against them and destroy them in any way he could. He brought war to the land in his insane jealousy. Causing their son Ti