Forsaken Ships Novels & Stories

Yet, as I stood there, gazing upon Haven's transformed form, I couldn't shake the feeling that the truth was far more complicated. The Forsaken had long been considered a myth, a legend whispered among the oldest and wisest of our kind. I, too, had doubted their existence, despite the ancient tales and lore that spoke of their incredible powers. Yet, as I gazed upon Haven's form, I was forced to confront the reality that the Forsaken had, indeed, once walked among us.

There was no Jason to greet him and no bustling staff, only the wind dragging brittle leaves across the bare driveway. Ryan leaped out and shoved the heavy doors open. The grand hall was empty, and the expensive carpets were gone. The ancestral portraits on the walls, too, had vanished. Even the bronze hunting dog sculpture from the fireplace was missing. Standing at the center of the vacant hall were Francis, Bella, Darius, and Maria. Each wore a different expression, ranging from guilt, avoidance, and smug delight. "Where's Helen?" Ryan demanded. "Where's my child?" Bella stepped forward and handed him a document.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. When Finnegan saw that I was being very uncooperative, not caring whether or not I got hurt in the tug of war and refusing to listen to orders, he told the bodyguards to step aside and spoke to me instead, saying, "I heard that you're surviving on stale bread from some bakery near your place." I lowered my head in shame. Although everyone knew that my family was bankrupt and that I, Winter Brooke, had fallen from grace, I still felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed when confronted by Finnegan, my longtime crush.

“Our parents were part of the Reinclaw pack before it was disbanded. They raised us in a rogue colony but died during a failed raid.” The attendees whisper, turning to one another and muttering. From here, I can make out confusion, disapproval, and pity in their words. Reinclaw was a powerful pack and their disbandment was poorly received. But the corruption within its ranks was too potent and King Helios made the difficult decision. But I don’t think he expected the consequences to be so far-reaching. His eyes darken as he stares at Erick and Marco, guilt clouding his expression. Erick clears his throat.

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.

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

had been a world of forced purpose; this was a world of terrifying, beautiful ambiguity. "They aren't from the hubs," Xander murmured, his eyes narrowed as he studied the flag—the simple white zero on a black field. "Those ships... they’re built from the ruins of the Old World. They’re the ones who lived in the 'Dead Zones' where the grid couldn't reach." "The ones the ledger ignored," I added. My memories were still a fragmented landscape of silver smoke and ash, but the instinct to identify the "unaccounted asset" remained. "If the system didn't see them, they were never truly bankrupt."

In that moment, beneath the rising sun, she understood that their journey had only just begun, and the sea awaited their next move. As the ship swayed gently on the darkened waves, the atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken sorrow. Five shrouded bodies lay solemnly along the ship's rail, each covered by a weather-beaten sail that fluttered softly in the salty breeze. The crew gathered in muted silence, a tapestry of grief woven tightly among them, their hearts bound by the memories of their fallen comrades—a reminder of the price they had paid for survival.

—thousands of derelict ships, some made of iron, some of glass, all caught in a permanent, silent graveyard around the planet. "We aren't the first to escape," Mara said, her voice hollow as she stared at the monitors. "We're just the latest." The derelicts were a grim mirror of their own history. They saw ships that looked like the Sun-Forge’s spires, and ships that looked like the Great Engine’s older brothers. All of them were cold. All of them were empty. "The Siren didn't just let them go," Audrey realized, her eyes fixed on a massive, shattered vessel that bore a striking resemblance to the First King’s original bunker. "She hunted them. Look at the puncture marks. Those aren't from as