Forsaken Noob Fanart Novels & Stories

“You think he wrote something else about the Forsaken?” “He knew more than he let on,” Nicola replied. “I just need to find it.” Finally, she came upon a passage that caught her attention. The page was heavily annotated, the handwriting sharper and more hurried than usual. “The creation of Forsaken is not random - it’s deliberate. A corrupted energy source fuels their transformation, but it requires a willing participant to guide the process. Look for the signs of manipulation, the whispers of betrayal among your own.” Nicola’s heart skipped a beat. “A willing participant…”

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Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

The beer cans emptied out, one after another, as Finnegan lay on the couch and reached out aimlessly, his wrists and hands all showing signs of scarring from different periods of time. He realized that he'd never managed to see me in her high school days before. I used to love dressing up, so he thought I had to have been very pretty back then. He used to have me by his side for three of my best years. He could have had me for the rest of our lives. Aside from the empty beer cans strewn over the floor, there were also a few white ribbons with writing on them. The one that wished for him to live a long life had been mercilessly scribbled and scratched out.

Chapter 144 – The Forsaken Star’s Reckoning The forsaken star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its ashen light a cold specter, casting a pallor that bled despair into the abyss, each flicker a wound that unraveled the fragile threads of hope. Jessica’s hollowness was a raw chasm, her glow extinguished, her body trembling as her brother.

Kane The poor thing radiated nothing but fear. Thank the Moon Goddess I arrived on time. If I'd come just a few minutes later, she'd be raped by two rogues. Damn, I hate those creatures with a passion! It was way too easy to get rid of the first one; the guy was too engrossed in his sick fantasies to notice me approaching him. Honestly, his friend wasn't any better, but his punishment was instant death since he tried to get away with the human girl. The other may wander the woods for a few days until he drops dead, but at least I was merciful enough to give him that much time to live.

I'd half hoped he'd at the very least call to yell about his painting, but he couldn't even spare me his anger. ​But Wolveshedge took my mind off of all that. It was like a different world where everyone was happy all the goddamn time; I was half content with it and half disgusted with the level of joy in the atmosphere. The town was peaceful and everyone seemed to be content with their small little section on the map, even if they were so terribly discontented. But it was why I chose this place, wasn't it? To be safe and discontented, yet I couldn't chase the feeling of something missing from the discombobulated picture I was forming day by day.

He got to the throne room and when he got to the front of his father, he gave a slight bow. “Here I am, father.” “Welcome, my son. This is Alpha Lichen from Lichen Pack. He is from another kingdom. Alpha Lichen, please take over. Tell my son why you’re here.” Talos said. Alpha Lichen smiled and stood up. “Thank you, King Talos. Good day, Prince Damon, my name is Alpha Lichen and I am here because I heard there’s a search for a wife for you across kingdoms. Not to be boastful, but I must say the Ambersy Kingdom has the most beautiful and cultured women, I believe your taste is from our kingdom.”

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Rohan nimbly straddled the thick branches of a nearby tree, looking at the beautiful royal palace. Immersed in the darkness, the moonlight dimly illuminated the palace of the Southern Olf. The elegant scenery was like a work of art; however, Rohan's golden eyes had no spark of interest, evident from the way he narrowed slightly. 'She's trapped like a doll in a picturesque palace.' Rohan clicked his tongue. “Alpha Rohan! Sssh! Hey!” Faresh climbed up the tree and called out to him in frustration. He perched himself on the lower branch like an agile sulking cat. “You promised not to infiltrate the palace. What are you doing now?!”