Forsaken Shedletsky Fanart Novels & Stories

Three years later. The wind in Burkeen howled, dragging snowflakes along the pavement. The heavy car door was pulled open with respectful precision. I tightened the sable coat around my body as I stepped out. Arthur's arms were strong and steady as he held our two-year-old daughter, Emily Graham. Our private driver jogged forward, holding up a large black umbrella to shield us from the snowstorm. Up ahead, a hoarse voice hawked, "Handmade soaps! Lavender and rose oil—"

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds? I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker." Faker? Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward. "It was one of my dad's students who begged him to come out of retirement and save his eyesight through surgery. And guess what happened in the end? After he took over the Churchill family, he aba

I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear. For years, I had molded myself into what Caleb liked. Every female he kept close was delicate, soft, untouchable. None fit the image better than Serena, the Omega who bore his pup. But tonight, I walked into the private lounge of the pack’s most exclusive club without a single guard daring to stop me. Halfway through the night, the door slammed open. A group of Alphas stalked in, dominance thick in the air. Last through the door—face dark as a storm—was Caleb.

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.

It went from a silken baritone to a nasally, congested whine. "Elara, you’re getting ink on your chin. And you're kind of twitching." I bolted upright so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. The cedar was gone. The "Shadow Knight" was gone. In his place stood Tommy Higgins, leaning over my desk with a look that was supposed to be smoldering but mostly made him look like he was struggling to remember his own middle name. He let out a wet, rattling sneeze, barely covering it with his sleeve.

A muffled, despairing cry rose from the coven youth, children clinging to their older siblings as the weight of their parents' deaths settled over them. Lila thrashed against her chains, her eyes wild with a vicious combination of hatred and terror, but Jesse’s heavy hand on her shoulder kept her pinned to the floor. “As for the children,” Damon continued, his voice dropping to a lower frequency that vibrated through my chest. “They will not be cast out to starve or be hunted by the rogue factions at our borders.” Ina and I exhaled in relief, sharing a look before we both looked back at Damon.

But I see the shadows gathering around her. I hear her whispers weaving through the pack like poison in tea. “She’s not stable, you know,” Thalia says to a merchant, just loud enough for the next stall to hear. “I heard she collapsed at the banquet. So tragic.” “Can you believe Maxwell still hasn’t claimed a mate? Such a shame he’s still hanging onto a ghost.” “Poor girl. Raising a child alone does things to the mind.” They don’t repeat her words directly to me. They don’t have to.

Ailee looked at chairman Hewitt with her lips shaped to the left a bit. “Who?” She asked. “Who is it? Tell us. We are in a fix. This is a time we can’t leave any tree untouched. We must scatter everyone and anything. No clue shall be left behind.” Chairman Hewitt sighed and licked his lips. He stared at Cohen’s face. “I’m sorry, Cohen, I thought it won’t get to this extent and I won’t have to mention but I can’t hold myself back anymore.” He apologized in a low voice.