Novel & Cerita Forsaken Ships

The consequence of the rebel assault cleared out Whispering Woods reeling. The clearing, once a dynamic preparing ground, was presently a somber scene of misfortune and melancholy. The pack assembled around the fallen, their cries of grieving resounding through the trees, a piercing tribute to their misplaced comrades.

“Then let’s not waste any time.” Back at the packhouse, Nicola spread the ancient books out on the table in her suite. The triplets sat nearby, their presence grounding her as she flipped through the fragile pages. The texts were written in a mix of languages, some of which she recognized, others that were completely foreign. “This one mentions the Forsaken,” Dylan said, pointing to a passage in one of the books. “It’s talking about them as part of some prophecy.” “Of course it’s a prophecy,” Dean muttered. “Why is it always a prophecy?”

I fall to the seat opposite him, suddenly feeling cold. How do I tell the sea I'm drowning in land? But that's even if I get to see the sea again. I can't believe I sacrificed everything, even my life, for this man. I just wanted to give him someone that's in our image. Maybe he'll stay with me if we have Kael even though he was never mine to keep. I should have suspected when he didn't mark me but I bit down the shame, anger, and regret. I blink back the tears and ask him,

I whispered inside Carla. There had only ever been one white wolf in werewolf history. Carla. The realization hit me like a blow. “Carla,” I breathed. “Are you the legendary healer?” “Yes,” she answered through the mind link. “And you were never meant to be ordinary.” “Never meant to be ordinary?” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “Ordinary is far from it. I was forsaken.” “That is not true,” she said calmly. “The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.”

Liora’s POV The Forsaken came at us like a nightmare that kept coming back every night single night, refusing to just die. Even with the rising sun burning its cursed flesh and smoke rising from its rotting hide, it was still very fast. Every look at each one of us told me that it was with pure malice. And it wasn't as if we had done it any wrong after all. It was just bad business. “I will take the mate! The debt demands payment!” it shouted.

A woman who bites back. I would never let the Bedfords walk free after what they did. No. Little by little, I would strip them of everything... their pride, their money, their legacy... the same way they stripped me. And when the day comes, they would remember the woman they threw away.

“It is tradition. We do not bend the law for sympathy.” The gates shut behind me with a deafening clang that echoed across the darkened woods. And just like that... I was alone. Banished. Branded. Broken. Carrying a life no one wanted. And walking into a world that had never known mercy.

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.....

The eleven surgeon ships were tossed into the high atmosphere like scrap metal, their arrays burnt out, their clinical formation shattered. ​The silence that followed was different. It wasn't the silence of the void or the discord of the forge. It was the ringing in our ears after a great victory. ​I slumped against the railing, the bells glowing red-hot at my feet. My silver skin was charred, the grey metal now scarred with the patterns of the Vesper copper. I looked at the Rift, where the first ship sat like a tomb of glass. ​"They're gone," Killian whispered, looking at the empty sky. "For now."

I answered, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders and pulling his mouth to mine with a hungry kiss that filled us both with certainty of victory. Our moment of peace lasted only a heartbeat. A deafening metallic roar shook the cavern’s foundations. It did not come from the palace or the pass—it came from the ocean horizon visible through the great coastal rift. The deep, guttural blast of an ancient war horn tore through the northern night. I looked up toward the cavern’s opening, my mark blazing brighter as I saw the shapes of ten massive black‑steel ships emerge from the sea fog, driven by violet fire that dwarfed the Council’s magic.