Forsaken Noob Fanart Novels & Stories

Serenia shuts her eyes and looks away from him, unable to meet his gaze when all the pieces in his head click into place. “Oh, does he not know?” Aurora asks, taking note of Serenia’s pained and ashamed face, and turns to Harbin with a grin now. “Little Serenia here is such a poor excuse of a demi-god, she can’t even be called a werewolf.” Here we go…Harbin will never look the same at me again. “My brother rejected her as his mate the moment he found out, she can’t even manifest her own wolf at her age. She will be a terrible choice as the next High Lu-”

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

And the Forsaken Knelt. The shadows stilled. The whispers faded. And when Lyla lifted her gaze The door was open. But she was the one standing on the other side. And for the first time in history The Forsaken had an Alpha. And her name was Lyla Blackwood.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

We went to a not secluded neighborhood where the store of the man Tristan wanted to interview was located. The entire area became like artsy grounds for talented people. Artists filled the empty walls along the streets with graffiti, attracting newcomers like us. It was not my first time there, so I just ignored the walls. I had a part-time job there before. Gavin wasn’t also looking and his attention was all on me, making me uncomfortable. He was confident about walking under the sun. Meanwhile, Tristan couldn’t help himself. He had took out his phone and took a picture of everything we passed by.

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!

Mara asks as she gets up from her crouching stance and moves to my dresser where I see a tray of hot steaming tea. Nodding, I accept the cup of tea when she brings it to me, still shaken by the nightmare. “So we need to get you dressed for the ceremony,” I hear her say and her words jolt me. It's finally here—the day I bond with Kael Blackthorne, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack and my mate. It's my Mate-Bond Ceremony. I gulp my tea and finish it in second, flinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stretch.

The silence was a bit uncomfortable at first, and I didn’t even realize I’d spoken out loud when I said they’ve always hated me and I’ll never be good enough. Easton reached over and grabbed my hand, and I could feel his worry and confusion, so I knew he could feel my emotions already. ‘How does this person I barely know already seem to care more than my own parents?’ I think to myself. Kyra pipes up, ‘Because our mate is perfect and was created for us by the moon goddess. Our parents are just stupid.’

They turned into shapes, tall, luminous beings with eyes like burning moons and long robes. One took a step forward. He possessed crystal horns. His expression was sorrowful but compassionate. He bowed his head and whispered, "Welcome, Daughter of Flame." "Who are you?" I inquired. He answered, "We are the Forgotten." "Gods who were excommunicated for their decision to choose love over power." I looked at Killian. He looked confused, too. “You were gods?” he inquired. “Yes,” the horned one responded. “And now, we guard what was abandoned.”

he said as he sat beside me. I carefully unrolled it, and my eyes widened. There was a drawing of a woman—powerful, commanding, almost glowing with authority. Behind her stood an army of ancient wolves, massive and fierce. She was the largest among them, her fur painted in streaks of gray, silver, and gold. It was unique, radiant and intimidating. It was something I have never seen before… And when I looked at her, I felt something… a strange pull. Like she wasn’t just a picture. Like there was a connection I couldn’t explain.