Forsaken Noob Fanart Novels & Stories

Freedom. Selene closed the door behind her, the sound echoing softly in the empty hallway. She leaned against the wall, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stand upright. There was no room for weakness here, no room for dreams or hope. She was Selene, the invisible girl, the shadow who cleaned up after the powerful. And no matter how much she longed for something more, she knew the pack would never let her be anything else.

This was it—the moment of truth. As I approached the artifact, I could feel its power thrumming through the air, like a heartbeat that echoed in my chest. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed against the cold, rough surface. Nothing happened at first. The artifact remained silent, unresponsive. But then, slowly, I began to feel a pull—a connection forming between us, like a thread linking my mind to the ancient relic. Images flashed before my eyes, disjointed and confusing. I saw the faces of long-dead Alphas and Lunas, their expressions twisted in pain and despair. I saw battles, bloodshed, and betrayal. And then, I saw *her*.

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During a full moon, they would enjoy the thrills and joy that come from spending time with their mate. In Nightfang, the pack would gather to howl at the moon as a sign of worship to the moon goddess. But she hasn't seen anything like that in Ridgewood. Maybe they have different ways of doing things. As the Luna of Ridgewood, she wouldn't want to fail in her duties. She'd have to seek Bethar's counsel. She still had images of Rylan stuck in her memory. She had tried so hard to forget him but it was rather too difficult.

That’s why we stay very far away from other creatures, somewhere I would describe as the middle of nowhere. But how was I supposed to help it? He was my mate, granted by the goddess. It would be impossible to stay away from or. Or reject him just as my parents would want me to. I can't disrespect the moon goddess and this was the only choice I got till I came up with something else. Unfortunately, that seemed pretty impossible since I was just eighteen and there was nothing I could possibly do to not let my parents throw a tantrum when they found out I'd been fated to their enemies.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

the senior answered with a wink. With reestablished eagerness, the twins turned back to the stream, their prior strife overlooked. They centered their vitality, their creative impulses running wild. Luna etched an agile swan, its wings outstretched in flight. Liam made a cascading waterfall, its water tumbling over rocks and greenery. Aveline and Killian observed with grins, their hearts filled with pride. The clearing was once once more filled with chuckling and the joyful sounds of children at play. The clash of wills had died down, supplanted by a concordant mix of enchantment and imagination.

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Even if I never get to be free again… at least she can. I look down at the drawing in my hand. The crayon lines are uneven, bright, and a little messy. But I can tell she worked hard on it. It’s just the two of us. Me and Bailey. Stick figures standing side by side with our arms outstretched, a little heart between us, and a wolf pup curled at our feet. No father. No man looming behind us. No second name scribbled at the corner. She doesn’t draw Enzo.

Although half of it was ruined, one could still make out my youthful smiling face. The embroidered cartoon design on a piece of burned fabric in the corner was still faintly visible. Mom had embroidered it herself, so it was one of a kind in the world. Daniel left with Laura without looking back, completely oblivious to the traces I had left behind.