Forsaken Killer Novels & Stories

"And she certainly doesn't belong to the Council." Killian stepped forward with his fangs bared. "Who the hell are you?" The stranger smiled, and his teeth were far too sharp to be human or Lycan or anything I'd ever seen before. He looked at me, and for the first time since the mark appeared, it didn't burn or ache, it glowed with a blinding white light that made everyone in the room take a step back. "I am the reason her mother fled the Alps twenty years ago," the stranger said, his gaze never leaving mine. "I am the King of the Forsaken, and I've come to claim my daughter."

She clawed at the dirt, ripping through the soil until blood streaked the earth. "Glen... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Nick never lifted his head. He knelt beside me and tore the straps off my wrists. Then he pulled me out of the chair, gathering my blood-soaked body into his arms. Facing the wolves around the platform, Nick's voice cut through the silence. "You've all seen the truth. The killer is Caroline—my birth mother. I'll find her myself. I'll use her blood to honor the heart she carved out of my father fifteen years ago."

These aren't all bloodthirsty killers seeking revenge; some are just pack members following orders, caught up in something bigger than they understand. One face in particular stands out, a young hunter whose scent carries traces of fear and recognition. I remember him from Sebastian's dungeons, remembering pulling him from a cage where he'd been left to die after refusing to participate in one of Sebastian's "experiments." He owes me his life, and the conflict in his eyes tells me he hasn't forgotten. "You call me a murderer," I say, my voice carrying across the clearing with supernatural clarity. "But what do you call someone who stands by while innocents are tortured? What do you call some

"I mean, I knew you were some kind of powerful immortal big bad, but...an actual motherfucking Neph.” ‘He embodies something greater. He is the archdemon known as "The Gatekeeper." Killian's wolf spoke in his head. It was rumored that three of the Fallen's devoted and trustworthy disciples perished after he was cast down from the Sky Empire. ‘If he is the gatekeeper, then…’ Killian’s wolf trailed off as Killian’s gaze darted toward the unconscious Knox. “Oh fuck… this was bad!”

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

"The killer is back." I kept my face still. "What killer? Who? What happened?" She looked at me like I was the only person in the world who could save her. "Felix. Felix is dead." I let my face fall. Confusion. Shock. The face of someone hearing terrible news for the first time. "Which Felix?" I asked, even though I already knew. She shook her head, crying harder. "Felix Rivers. The pack's financial advisor. He's dead. He was found, torn to pieces at a run down hotel"

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

He glanced at me once—cold, detached—before his lips curled. “I won’t mark Quinn. I’d rather die.” “If you force me, I’ll sire a dozen pups outside this pack—and let her raise them all.” The elder by the fireplace—Gregory, Caleb’s grandfather and the former Alpha—froze. His hand trembled as he lifted a third cane high. “What is wrong with Quinn?” His voice shook the chamber. “She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?”

At the door, he suddenly asked, “Have you ever regretted giving up on love in exchange for this political arrangement, Fay?” I paused before shaking my head. “I might have before, but not anymore. You showed me that true strength doesn’t come from someone else, but from standing firm on my own ground.” Something stirred in his eyes. After much silence, Damian said in a husky voice, “Get some early rest.” However, trouble showed up. Silas, the Delta who harassed me back in the South, belonged to a pack with trade connections to the Northwind Pack. He somehow caught wind of me and had a piece of lingerie delivered to me after the celebration. As if that wasn’t insulting enough, he attached a n

A few wolves still harbored hatred towards him for his past disloyalty, but others recollected the solid pioneer he had once been, the Alpha who had secured them for numerous a long time. Beta Jack, detecting the opportunity to cement the pack's solidarity, tended to the swarm once more. "Alpha Killian has made botches," he recognized, his voice consistent. "But he has moreover appeared regretful. He is battling nearby Luna Aveline and the Silver Lake pack, looking for recovery for his past activities."