Forsaken Ships Novels & Stories

She's a fool, but I think I love the fool she is. "Tell me what you have to say and leave!" I roll my eyes and help Leah rise from her seat. She stands closer and leans her head on my shoulder. Her presence makes me feel calmer. "We lost the heirs. No one knows when or how they left. Marcus went to check on them and found the cabin empty." His eyes roam everywhere but me. Leah is unfazed; maybe it's the smell she picked up, the two damn boys. I tell the warrior to call the other Guardians and gather outside the cabin.

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.

His striking looks were even more pronounced against the backdrop of the endless ocean. Lost in thought, Shawn's attention was abruptly pulled away by a sudden uproar from inside the ship. Distant shouts pierced the air. "Fire! There's a fire!" Shawn spun around as his aide rushed to him, panic-stricken. "Mr. Stewart! Disaster! The ship's been set ablaze!" Flames spread with frightening speed, and soon three ships were engulfed, their fiery glow reminiscent of a legendary battle where ships were chained and set on fire, then creating a fiery spectacle on the water's surface.

The morning air was rough, sharp, and almost mean. It was like the world was trying to tell me that I didn't belong anywhere. The weight of my bag dug into my palm as I tightened my grip on the handle.It wasn’t just luggage I was carrying; it was everything that remained of my marriage, of my hope, of my broken dignity.

As my spirit was starting to fade, memories flickered through my mind like an old movie reel. I saw the tender moments with my parents, the happy times I spent with Daniel, and the overwhelming despair I felt as the fire consumed me. Regardless, everything was gone the moment I died. "Daniel, if there is a next life, I hope we never meet again."

I blocked out the rest of the world, focusing on finding whatever fragment was left of Kieran’s soul so I could build a connection from there, but for the first time since I found out I was an S-rank Lycan like him, I reached out but couldn’t reach him. He was simply… gone. But I reached again, my mental hands grasping at the nothingness, my heart screaming into the black hole that had replaced Kieran’s consciousness. “Kieran! Kieran, answer me!” Still, there was nothing… nothing from Kieran. “He's too far down, Sera," Kia whispered, her voice trembling. “The poison has pulled him into the deep dark. We can't reach anymore.” At that moment, I could feel my hands growing weaker on his heart,

********************* "Sweet," Lucian purrs as he spreads my legs wide and leans in to press kisses to my inner thighs, making me whimper. "Every inch of you is so sweet, I can't get enough." When I feel Lucian's canines follow after his tongue as he makes his way up to my center, I cry out shamelessly and cover my face with a pillow to cage in my lust. Lucian doesn't let me silence my sounds for long; soon snatching the pillow away, he tosses it to the floor with a warning growl. I feel fresh waves of slick dripping from my entrance as I watch Lucian spread me open once more and lick between my legs, teasing across my clit for a brief moment. "I love your spots," Lucian whisp

"We have a situation at the southern border outposts. Three hours ago, a fleet of dreadnoughts breached the southern mist-barrier of our territorial waters. They do not fly the banners of the southern rogue factions, nor do they carry the sigils of any known shifter pack on this continent." Aurelia stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing. "Commander, describe their ships." "They're enormous, of petrified black mahogany, reinforced with crimson steel," Marcus reported, jaw clenched. "Their sails are pitch black, woven with blood-red crests depicting a serpent coiled around a eclipsed sun. They have dropped anchor in the Bay of Whispers, and their envoy is already marching up the King's Roa

What kind of place had produced Theodosa, who read romance novels in her captivity and loved animals and held my wolf's face in her hands like it was something worth being gentle with. I was not thinking about Theodosa. The ship moved out and the water was calm and the kingdom of Obsidian shrank behind us as we sailed, its dark treeline disappearing into the grey of the horizon. I stood at the bow and let the cold air work through my hair and thought about Binny Fane and where a beta wolf with a fire gift might have gone after being released onto open water with three ships and no allies. The obvious answer was home. The answer that was making me increasingly uneasy as we sailed was that thr

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.