Forsaken Light Novels & Stories

The effects of his aura still linger and I open a window to let fresh air in. Sunlight pours into the room, and yet, the horizon still looks dark to me. There’s an uneasiness cast over Io, like a curse. No matter how bright the sun or how warm the day, a chilly wind blows through the territory and a shadow looms over everyone’s heads. I used to think it was because of the many rogue attacks and desperate state of our resources. But even after Reeve and I brought the territory back from the brink of ruin, the darkness remains.

“I can’t.” “You can,” he said softly. “You have to.” The stranger’s smile widened. “You won’t. You love him too much.” Maybe I did. Maybe I always would. But I couldn’t let the world burn for it. I looked at Revan one last time. “Forgive me.” Then I let go. The light burst from me again, stronger than before. The whole room filled with gold. The stranger screamed as the light tore through him, splitting his shadow apart. The sound was deafening.

Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad. She was brought back to the Shadow Pack and faced judgment for deceit and betrayal. Ultimately, she was banished to the western wastelands, never to set foot back in the territory again. At the mating banquet, Damian took me to the terrace, our backs facing the dazzling night sky and serene snow peaks. “Fay, I’m not your fated mate, but I swear on my life to love you, protect you, and make you the happiest Luna under the stars.” Damian held me from behind, his voice husky but tender.

I rushed into the emergency room at once. I felt so bad as I took in Sophia's weakened state. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I couldn't find Caleb." I could not bring myself to tell Sophia that Caleb had refused to come with me to the hospital. "You don't have to lie to me, Esther. Caleb is my son. I know him better than anyone else does. He must be with that woman again. "He chose to forsake me, his mother, because of that woman. What an ungrateful child!

Thirty thousand tiny renditions of my name, woven into the future we’d dreamed of watching sunsets in Valmont. Now, the love that had once burned so fiercely had been shelved away, and the promises he’d made lay broken. I lifted the canvas from the wrecked frame. Then, methodically, I tore it—48 times—until nothing remained but confetti-sized fragments. And one by one, I let them fall into the trash.

“Its fine Krono. It is normal for people to notice it so there is no need for you to be offended in my stead. It is his right to be curious about it after all.” Krono stand down as Zed get surprised to have seen the butler act like that for the first time. “You know Zed, the thing is. My special ability is that I can see everything but that eats away my sight like any other normal human. You can say that I am blind but I can still see though sound, this is my ability and my curse.” Ven opens his eyes and reveals everything in white. Zed bows his head and apologizes for even asking an insensitive question. “No, not at all. I mean, everyone would get curious. The people in my land is not even

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

The little girl, looking like a tiny adult, stroked Esther’s hair softly, humming a lullaby in a sweet, childlike voice, as if coaxing a baby to sleep: “Stars are shining up so high, twinkling in the midnight sky, Fireflies dance and breezes sigh—who do you dream of, and why? Moonlight weeps where roses fade, shadows fall where memories stayed, Hush, don’t cry, the night is near… I will keep you safe right here.” Evander was stunned. His heart skipped a beat as memories came flooding back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he motioned behind him, and Levi, who had arrived with the doctor, wisely stepped out, leaving only the three of them in the quiet room. He loosened his tie, walked to the window

Then, out of the dark, a dozen figures emerged. They weren't Council Enforcers. They weren't wearing silver armor or carrying runes. They were dressed in rags, their hair long and matted, their skin covered in old scars and dirt. Some of them were half-shifted, their ears pointed or their teeth elongated. They looked like ghosts, thin and hungry, their eyes glowing with a feral, yellow light. "Who are they?" Rowan whispered, shrinking back toward a tree. "The Forsaken," Killian said, his sword clearing the scabbard with a sharp ring. He didn't lower his guard. "The outcasts. The ones the Council kicked out for being 'imperfect.' I thought they were all dead."

“Because the next sentence is this: as light retreated to its shrine, and shadows of dissolution danced in the far edges, promising nothing but endless darkness, the sacred heart wept tears of remorse and sorrow, as the dying lover’s blood were spilled outside the land of light, but as one life was sacrificed, a soul was tied with another, carried in the blood of the blessed ones!” “I believe the light refers to the creation energy, the shadows of dissolution are the dark energy, the endless darkness in death, it matches perfectly with how the world turned out to be the way it is, but the blessed ones, does it refer to humans?” “Not all humans, I am sure it means the Yorens, in our family’s