Forsaken Light Novelas e Histórias

Crimson light swallowed the world. One moment Kael was forcing his way toward me through the invisible pressure holding everyone else back, his hand stretched out as he shouted my name. Rowan was somewhere behind him, barking orders over the chaos consuming Blackridge. Then the light closed around me, and every sound vanished. The pressure disappeared so suddenly that I stumbled forward. When my vision cleared, the ruined fortress, the mountain, and everyone who had come with me were gone. An endless plain of polished black stone stretched in every direction beneath a crimson sky with neither sun nor moon. Veins of glowing red light pulsed beneath the smooth surface like the slow heartbeat o

"What do I protect?" The stray didn't answer directly. Instead he leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes were half-lidded now. Then... He spoke. Slow. Broken slightly by the blood in his mouth. Deliberate. "When the moon forgets its chosen light..." Damian didn't move. His brows pulled together slightly. "The Alpha walks beside his truth in blindness..." The lantern flame flickered. Shadows stretched across the walls. "She will rise where no crown was placed." Silence.

“If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.” Their howls ripple through the trees — fierce, uncontained. “Tonight, we do not stand for vengeance alone,” I shout above them. “We stand to restore balance. The moon chose us — not for peace, but for reckoning.” The air thickens, heavy with spirit. “So when your claws find their mark, remember you are not striking from hate. You are striking from truth. You are the howl that rose from silence. And when dawn comes, the world will remember what the night dared to hide.”

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.

"Does that feel good, my prince? You know, back in the good old days, we used to play with other Obsidian bastards. We found acid very helpful. Not only does it make you look the way you are- an abnormality of nature, but it's also a helpful tool for getting anything, everything we want. Enjoy the ability to breathe while you can because we have more of that magic juice where it came from." Tears sting my eyes, breathing hurts- everything hurts. Is this the moment? The moment when they break me and the Guardians take everything I ever wanted? Before Leran can say another word, the door to the room flies open, and someone runs in, screaming something. They're loud, but I'm too weak to listen

🇦​🇧​🇩​🇺​🇱​🇱​🇦​🇭​ 🇦​🇱​🇻​🇮​ Past- August 4th, 2032 'Desire is so sinful and delicious. Some desires are seen as acceptable, and some are not. So society will brainwash us. And will make sure that we do not pursue these desires. But the temptation is forbidden fruit, and sometimes you need to take a bite, even if you cannot go back to the light. The shadows are my home now. And thanks to the beast inside of me, I love it. I always wonder if I can ever be normal again. But I don't really care.'

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

"I am sorry, Rosy. I am sorry for everything I did in the past. I know you hate me for this and I deserved this hatred. I don't deserve this happy life, my dear. I am the one who is to blame for everything that happened with you. But I am sure that I will never cheat on you Rosy. You are my beloved one and you will be the one for my whole life. If possible then forgive me, dear. Please forgive me...." Christian Brook said and sits on the ground, crying loudly. He didn't dare to go near the grave. He was standing far away and begged her to forgive him. After Ryan left the mansion, he tried everything to find the real truth. But this real truth shattered his whole world into pieces. The Love t

The one she remembers. The Heartmirror ignited. Flames twisted, bursting white-hot. The divine lights flickered. He was gone. But not truly. A part of him remained. Still watching. --- I stared into the broken pool. The thread still pulsed. But something else stirred beneath it. Not just him. Not just her. Something darker. Deeper. Far below Solara, beneath the divine city— The Temple of Forgotten Thrones groaned open. A place where nameless gods were sealed. Where curses were locked away behind divine fire.