Forsaken Light Novels & Stories

The girl who came into view as I rounded the corner was unmistakably Haven, the same fiery spirit I remembered, with her wild red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of flames, and her deep green eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. But it was her essence that shocked me to my core. The Haven I knew was a Necromancer, a wielder of dark magic. Yet, in this dreamwalk, she was something entirely different. She was a Forsaken, a being of shadow and darkness, forged from the very essence of the underworld. The Forsaken, an ancient and revered clan of old, were said to possess the extraordinary ability to wield absolute control over the four elements: earth, air, fire, and water. The

The darkness around them shuddered, resisting. It had never been meant to let them go. But Lyla wasn’t asking. She commanded. Her Mark burned, silver and absolute, a beacon in the endless dark. The power inside her the power of the last Forsaken, the first Alpha of her kind pushed against the abyss, forcing reality to shift. And then The world split open. Light seared through the void, carving a path back to the place they had once called home. Silverwood. The Forsaken hesitated. Because stepping through that doorway wasn’t just returning.

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I said slowly, “you’re the kind of man who needs to feel like he's taken down some evil to feel worthwhile.” His eyes flashed. “Careful.” “Or what?” I challenged. For a moment, I thought he might actually strike me. His shoulders tensed, his weight shifted forward. The space between us shrank, filling with something electric. But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned in just enough that only I could hear him clearly. “I don't mix with the likes of you, not anymore. In fact I want to wash the stench off me.” The likes of me.

"Our sweet daughter, Emily, is tired. We're leaving this disgusting place." Back in the lounge, Emily slept peacefully on the couch. After Arthur gently spread a blanket over her, he followed my gaze to the old marriage contract on the table. It was the one I had signed years ago. Its edges were now yellow with age. "Still can't let go?" he asked softly. I shook my head. He handed me a silver lighter and flicked it open. "Burn it," he said. I clicked the lighter, and a flame flared to life.

"You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out." When Nicky was first starting out, I lived with her in a cramped basement and ate cheap takeout. She was moved by my dedication and promised to buy me everything I wanted once she succeeded. However, those promises faded and were replaced by contempt. I would rather see her dead than offer her a fresh start. "Jensen, I was wrong. Ryan clouded my judgment. Please forgive me. I can't live without you," she pleaded regretfully. I looked at her without an ounce of sympathy and replied, "I don't love you anymore, Nicky. I've never felt more at peace since I left you. If you can't go on, then go ahead and end it. Maybe you'll meet

And because out there, you'd last a day—if that. I opened my mouth to argue, but something in his gaze shut me up. For a second there, I could have sworn I saw something flash behind his eyes, something almost human. It was there and gone in an instant, replaced by cold, unyielding steel. Running from me was foolish, Elara, he said in a low, cutting tone. Do you even understand the danger you have put yourself in? The forest is not some fairy tale of escape; it is a graveyard for anyone who does not belong.

My life had become a cruel joke, and somewhere, some callous god was undoubtedly laughing at my downfall, at how completely isolated and powerless I had become, and I kind of wished I had passed away that night. My entire being ached from the weight of betrayal and loss, which drew me to it. However, in that moment of despair, a spark of determination ignited within me. I realized that the only way to reclaim my narrative was to rise from the ashes and confront the challenges head-on, refusing to be a mere spectator in my story. But the moon had different plans for me. Relentlessly and stubbornly, its cold, silver light poured over me, clinging me to the world I wanted to leave behind. ----

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

I could see the smirk on Jason’s face becoming wider as the seconds ticked away. Desperately, the warriors kept banging on the barrier, and the Lycans kept crushing it with their auras… the sweaty and unpromising scent of dread filled the air, and soon, the cries of a group of people who had given everything only to achieve nothing hit my nostrils. All hope was lost. Even Kieran’s hope as the flicker of light left in the sky faded, and a reddish darkness took over. He screamed with an echo of unshaken sadness, “No! Celeste!”