Forsaken Ships Novels & Stories

My grandmother passed before I was born due to grief, but I've been told she was a very remarkable lady. A door closing makes me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn off the shower and grab the towel, drying off as I step out. I grab the clothes he gave me, enjoying these ones a lot more already. I throw them on, enjoying the clean casual clothes. I look in the mirror, seeing the red dye from my hair fading away to leave my bright white hair showing. I grab my hair and tie it up in a bun, trying to hide the white showing through. My fathers words echoing in my head yet again, and yet I had let Talon see my wolf. "He is our mate. You will not keep me from him." Freya snarls. "The moon

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

They couldn't ignore such a desperate plea for connection. Their journey to the Forsaken Reaches was a desolate one. The stars thinned, replaced by an oppressive darkness. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of their ship's engines. As they ventured deeper, the telepathic echoes intensified. Kairos described a chilling emptiness, a yearning for connection that bordered on desperation. He sensed fragments of their history – hope that turned to despair, ingenuity that crumbled in the face of unforgiving conditions. Finally, after weeks of navigating the desolate expanse, they located the source of the echoes – a colossal, decaying vessel, a monument to a failed dream. As they app

Just then, the enemy alpha entered. I could hardly walk and I could hardly see. Tears flooded my eyes and all I could see was a blurry scene where werewolves were fighting each other, with bloodied bodies but still fighting for themselves and the ones they loved, their families, the entire pack. All this could never have happened only if...only if Jay did not betray us...if we never took Jay in...

There she would be safe and sound while Ben come down to the east side of the foot of the hill where Ben and Josefina lived and see what had happened to his men and his fishing vessels. He almost tore his garment, pulled a hair from his head, and sat down with much grief at what he had seen. He looked at the wreckage around him. His entire armada had been destroyed. His large ships had been wrecked and had sunk at the bottom of the sea and lashed-lug wooden planks from his small canoes and ships floated and washed ashore. “That was a terrible storm that night when Maria came. Our fishing boats were wiped out, costing us a fortune. Many wives had nearly lost their husbands and their children

"And you will too." He mumbled while taking another shot. Linda perceived that Daniel did not listen to whatever Mary had said after that. He only heard till he was left like an orphan. Yet, it was true. She would be leaving him after the plan succeeded. She looked at Daniel and she could only see pain on his face. She tried to understand his sorrow. It was true that anyone in his place would feel the way he was feeling right now. His life became a mess. She imagined the small baby who was constantly being abandoned. His mother left him when he was born. His real father never showed up and his mother's husband never wanted him. He was simply an unwanted baby. And now even his foster father t

“Four minutes left. Let us go.” Four whole minutes pass and the one lone scout upon the hill of the six-mile mark has been torn to shreds like a wild animal has ripped it apart from limb to limb. Its stomach is opened, seeping out of its origin. Its face is torn up so badly that she is unrecognizable. The trident that was once the foundation upon which she built a soldier’s life upon is broken in two. Catarina stands at the apex of this hill that overlooks most, if not all, the wildlands. Her mouth is covered in blood. The same liquid coats the neck and upper breast of her armor. Norvin is off to the side kneeling down and scoping the area before them. In the distance, far from their positio

It’s not like there’s anyone else in my pack I would miss too much. “I didn’t get to say goodbye to Mary.” I remembered out loud. “Who’s that?” Easton asked. “The lead omega. She was nicer to me than my family most of the time. And I can’t mind link her now that I’ve left the territory and been banished.” I answered. “Maybe you can have Hannah call when she’s there so you can talk to Mary?” Easton suggested. I quickly sent Hannah a text asking her to call so I could tell Mary goodbye.

The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death. My pulse quickened, each beat echoing in my ears as I stared at the prophecy’s final lines. The Blood of the Forsaken. The Betrayer’s line. It all pointed to something darker, something that had been festering in the shadows for generations. “What is this?” I muttered, my voice trembling as I tried to make sense of the ancient text. “What does it mean?” Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts. My heart leaped into my throat as I spun around, stuffing the scroll into my jacket.

The past had a way of creeping in when she least expected it. No matter how much she tried to bury it, no matter how many times she convinced herself she had moved in, it still clung to her like a shadow, refusing to let go. Eirlys walked alone through the corridors of the packhouse, her fingers brushing against the cool stone walls as her mind drifted back—back to a time when she had nothing. No home. No freedoms. No name, only a whispered reminder of who she used to be before everything was stripped from her.