Forsaken Shedletsky Fanart Novels & Stories

“What nonsense are you shouting about? Tell me the truth, or I’ll damn you to your room for the rest of your life!” “It is the truth, he claimed it himself at the ceremony last night!” Serenia cries, never feeling so desperate to have everyone believe something she can’t even believe herself. “A rejected mate is never given a second chance,” he says calmly to her. At his words, a pain stabs her deep in the chest, reminding her of the days she was writhing in agony in her bed from the rejection of the mate bond, her father never once visiting to check on her wellbeing. “Why don’t we have the future High Alpha and his entourage, join us for dinner tonight?” Lady Helda suddenly speaks up, her b

"What do I protect?" The stray didn't answer directly. Instead he leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes were half-lidded now. Then... He spoke. Slow. Broken slightly by the blood in his mouth. Deliberate. "When the moon forgets its chosen light..." Damian didn't move. His brows pulled together slightly. "The Alpha walks beside his truth in blindness..." The lantern flame flickered. Shadows stretched across the walls. "She will rise where no crown was placed." Silence.

Then lower on the wall, I saw figures fighting, tearing each other apart. “The war,” I whispered. Revan nodded. “The beginning of it.” Jordan ran a hand over another panel. “This one looks different.” I turned. It showed a woman holding a child wrapped in fire, standing between two armies. Behind her, the moon and sun overlapped, their light joining. “She looks like you,” Jordan said quietly. I stared at the carving, my heart pounding. “It’s the prophecy.” Revan stepped closer. “No. It’s a warning.”

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

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.

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.....

It was a fantasy, a dream, a moment of solace in a world filled with uncertainty. The tears flowed freely, and I allowed myself to grieve for the life I had lost and the one that had become an enigma. The party continued inside, oblivious to my solitary musings, and I clung to the imaginary presence of Hayden, seeking answers and comfort in the darkness. The night wore on, and I remained in the garden, lost in my thoughts and the fantasy of Hayden's company. The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers.

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.

Ava’s POV The wind rustled through the trees, whispering mysteries I couldn’t quite fathom. The fire crackled low, throwing an eerie glow across the clearing where we had made camp. Every shadow looked alive, every sound intensified by the suffocating blackness surrounding us. My gaze kept drifting back to Seraph, our enigmatic visitor with silver eyes that reflected the flames like molten metal. Her words had been circling my mind since she delivered them, weighted with ramifications I wasn’t ready to embrace.

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!