Forsaken Light Novels & Stories

They swirled around the guardians, a cacophony of unsettling voices speaking of forgotten powers, forbidden rituals, and the seductive allure of darkness. Kai, his head pounding from the barrage of whispers, pushed on. He knew they had to find the source of the darkness, the heart of this forbidden knowledge. Maya, her keen eyes scanning the shelves, pointed towards a central chamber at the back of the library. As they approached the chamber, the whispers grew louder, morphing into distinct words, tempting promises of unimaginable power. Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers.

I reach the back slope just in time to see her draw her blade. She stands alone. Legs trembling. Eyes locked on Enzo. He smiles at her like she’s prey. And I know what he’s about to do before he even raises the sword. I hurl myself between them. The blade slices into me with a sound I’ll never forget—like cloth tearing underwater. It pierces through flesh, through bone, into something deeper. Something sacred. I collapse, but not from pain. From disconnection. My wolf howls in my skull, a sound of betrayal. The blade was cursed—dark-magic forged. Designed not just to kill.

The goddess eyed me sceptically. “Ask it.” She demanded rather than invited. “You said, in order to defeat the darkness, you must first defeat the light.” I paused. A part of me hoped that what I was about to say was wrong. That I had got the complete wrong end of the stick. But the gnawing pain in my heart told be otherwise. “You are yet to ask me a question.” “The darkness is Tenebris?” I ask. “Yes.” “The light…” gulping back the tears that threatened to spill over, “Then the light must mean….”

The light did not last. I had expected it to carry me upward, back to the fortress, back to my mates. I had imagined Cassian's arms around me, Theron's fierce joy, Lysander's quiet tears. I had imagined the bond blazing back to life, four heartbeats finding their rhythm again. Instead, the light flickered, dimmed, and died. The shadow returned—not the hungry, writhing shadow of the king, but a still, quiet darkness that pressed against my skin like cold water. I was alone in an empty void, standing on nothing, surrounded by nothing.

James followed suit and said, “Coincidentally, I have something to ask you.” “Ask away.” She looked at James. He asked, “Previously while we were in the Desolateness Sanctuary, you once headed to the Forsaken Land. What is this Forsaken Land? Are there places outside the reach of the Heavenly Path in this universe?” “You really want to know?’ Melinda asked. “I’m just curious,” James replied.

I used the moment to rush to Liora’s side. “You good?” I asked, checking the new gashes on her body. “Been better,” she panted, giving me a bloody grin. “But I’m still standing. You?” “Same. We’re almost there. I can feel it.” Sable crawled back to us, holding her side. “The sun’s coming up. Forsaken hate daylight because weakens their curse. We just need to stall them a few more minutes.” Unit Prime broke away from the Forsaken and came at us again. “Stalling is irrelevant. Termination is inevitable.”

Then I let go and faced the light. "Finish it," Ronan said quietly behind me. "Come back stronger and finish it." I stepped into the Forbidden Light. The gold swallowed me whole, and the falsified world dissolved like a dream you forget the moment you wake up. And I was gone.

--- The Forgotten Song In the city once called Lunareth, the Heartfire still burned. But few remembered why. The temple had become a monument— a relic of an older age. Priests tended the flame now, but their prayers were empty, their songs mechanical. They recited words from books whose meanings had long been lost. > “Lyra of Light, Kaenor of Flame, guide us through shadow, guard us from shame.” The words were beautiful, but hollow. And yet, some nights, when the moon turned faintly red,

She was a shadow, drifting in an endless sea of nothingness, a forgotten soul in an abyss of despair. But something inside her refused to give up. A flicker of light, faint but persistent, burned in the depths of her soul. It was small, fragile, barely visible against the overwhelming darkness. But it was there. It had always been there, buried beneath the weight of fear and despair, waiting for the moment to rise. The First Darkness hissed, recoiling from the light. Its ancient voice trembled with something that might have been fear. "What is that? What have you done? That light—it should not exist. It cannot exist. It is impossible."

said Lydia as she joined on the seat on the balcony. It must have been past midnight. The night was still young. The moon was out, brighter, giving light to the stars. Even though the moon brightened the sky, I felt darkness hugging me. I felt like my heart was drowning. As I stared blankly at the sky, Lydia interrupted the moment, "I hope you don't mind talking about the horrible dream that got you up at this wee hour." As much as I wanted someone to be there for me, I didn't want to talk about anything or to anyone.