Forsaken Shedletsky Fanart Novels & Stories

“You knew the Moon Compass never pointed for me. You knew my fate doesn’t exist.” His gaze flickers up, guilt shadowing those green eyes. “I didn’t want to believe it,” he murmurs. “I thought maybe if I didn't mark you, it would spare you from a lifetime of settling.” “Settling?” I breathe out a hollow laugh. “I wasn’t settling, Asher. I chose you.” He winces. “You were never a compromise to me,” I say, softer now. “You were everything.” I reach into my coat pocket and place the tiny carved wolf figurine on his desk. The one he made for me that night under the full moon, when we still believed in “us” or… when I still do.

Watching him bruised and swollen gave me a grim sense of satisfaction. After Tara passed away, I decided to cremate her and bury her ashes to rest. Tears slipped down my face. 'I'm sorry, Tara. I brought you into this world but couldn't give you a healthy body. You suffered so much pain. I hope you'll be happy and healthy in your next life.' With a heavy heart, I turned to leave, but I saw a familiar figure. Nicky stood there in a wrinkled black suit, her eyes bloodshot and face haggard. It was clear she hadn't been well, though that did not concern me. It was, in fact, somewhat satisfying.

endless thoughts dashed through my mind. Suddenly I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy, and I felt weary. I pushed Angy aside and rushed to the window to gasp for air. "I was right; the air in the room grew thin, insufficient for the three of us. When I turned around, I was met by my mother and Angy's gaze. "Goodness...! You're sweating, darling," "This will ruin your makeup," mother said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Grey, I don't mind doing the makeup all over again; that's part of my job. And I'm here to ensure your daughter gets to the aisle in perfect look," Angy said as she ushered me to take a seat on the couch by the window. Angy brought me a glass of water as mother talked me out of

Though I recover my voice just as the two weirdos exchange worried glances, I can't stay around for any longer. "Shit," I hiss. There's no reason to wait for enraged, hazed Kane in the open field. "I'm sorry, but I need to go. It's been a pleasure meeting you guys, but I'm in the process of escaping a pretty pissed off shifter. I hope we meet again someday and have a proper conversation, but I have to go now." I turn to walk away, but I bump my forehead against a rock-hard chest. I look up and notice Thaddeus grinning at me. "He's unconscious and will stay like that for a few more hours. No need to run," Anabelle announces.

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.

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.

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.

But It didn't seem like a good positive type of smile. "Sera Thorne. Kael Ashwood. And company. How lovely." "Cut the pleasantries," Kael said. "Deliver your message." "Straight to business. I like that." She set down her cup. "The Moon Goddess sends her greetings and her ultimatum." "Which is?" I asked. "Sever the bond. Surrender the child. Submit to divine judgment. Or face extinction." Silence. Then Kael laughed. "That's it? That's her offer?"

Because whatever comes next, we'll face it together. We'll face everything together. Always. --- But in the shadows outside our window, a figure watches. They pull out a communication crystal and whisper: "The wedding is complete. Phase Two begins tomorrow. The Supreme Alpha has no idea what's coming." The crystal glows with dark energy as the message is received. And in a hidden location, twelve hooded figures sit around a table. "Good," the leader says. "Let her enjoy her happiness while it lasts. Soon, everything she's built will crumble. And we'll remake the wolf world in our image."

“No, Otsana. Your love is real. She laughs softly, smile trembling on her lips. She looks back at Rauth. “Let’s be outlaws in the next life—if it’s the both of us.” Rauth nods, eyes wild with pain. And Otsana breathes her last, smiling. “Otsana…” My gasp fractures the air. Rauth cradles her, whispering her name. He lays her gently down, then rises, rage spilling through him. His claws flash to Varyn’s throat. His voice is thunder. “If anyone dares disrupt my departure with Otsana—your Alpha bleeds.” “Except Serenya,” Varyn rasps.