Forsaken Country Novels & Stories

asked the young king wondering why he wasn’t aware of such a lifeless and barren area’s existence right next to his kingdom. He hoped Akhim to answer it since he was always protecting the borders. “ Pardon my ignorance, Your Majesty… but I just know that this land is called ‘ The Forbidden Land’ and no one who had stepped inside this place ever made it out alive. They say that it was never here since the start but slowly turned into what we are witnessing now.” Narrated Akhim the whole contents in front of the young king imagining he had told everything that he knew in brief.

“Mom… I don’t want to lose you.” Her heart cracked, but she kept her voice steady. “I know.” “I’m scared.” “So am I.” The sky above them went dark—truly dark. The Blood Moon vanished behind a veil of swirling shadow. Thunder cracked without lightning. The ground splintered beneath their feet, cracks racing outward in all directions. The Forsaken King screamed. He was unraveling. But he wasn’t going quietly.

We ran until our lungs gave out. The last of Warborn’s warding stones shattered behind us, magic crackling in our wake like dying stars. What lay ahead wasn’t sanctuary—it was worse. The trees grew too tall, too twisted. The canopy devoured the moonlight whole. The Forbidden Lands. A place older than the war. A place even the wolves feared to tread. Lucian staggered to a stop beside a crumbled stone marker covered in vines and bone dust. He didn’t speak—just listened.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

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!!

Kaylee The Forbidden Lands was a kingdom that was wiped out years ago, and the land was left destitute because of the amount of bloodshed and deaths that took place on that day. Everybody in that land died. It was said that it was forbidden for anyone to inhabit. Such a person was believed to be possessed by spirits. But I didn’t care. As the carriage rode through the fogginess and dust, I had to be back before my father noticed—and he could never know where I went.

"What's the meaning of this? How dare you stop the path of those who come from a world of freedom? Do you know what will happen if you do this?" Harvey merely smiled and asked, "World of freedom? Why don't you tell me which world of freedom you're from?" "I've already gained permanent residency in Country A, so of course I'm from Country A!" answered Morganna smugly. "Country A is the most advanced country in this world. Now that we have joined Country A, of course we're people of freedom! I'm warning you, now that we're from Country A, your law is useless against us! Now, step out of our way!"

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.

~ Many Years Ago ~ Imagine you walking down a dirt road with people wearing just robes and nothing on their feet—children shaking in the cold, begging for food and water. The neighborhood is infested with files as bodies lay across the street. This is my home, the kingdom of Satia—a beautiful country where even people experiencing poverty have beauty.

“Thank you, King Talos. Good day, Prince Damon, my name is Alpha Lichen and I am here because I heard there’s a search for a wife for you across kingdoms. Not to be boastful, but I must say the Ambersy Kingdom has the most beautiful and cultured women, I believe your taste is from our kingdom.” Damon sighed and lowered his head. ‘I knew it. Why can’t dad understand that I’m not ready for all these?’ “Isn’t that great, Damon?” Talos asked, after they waited for Damon to reply, but he didn’t. “It is.” “Beautiful! Then let’s organize a mate event where these women will come and show themselves to my son. How is it going to work? We don’t need more than five to ten women.” “You don’t have to wor