Forsaken World Race Novels & Stories

“Since he took out your heart, he’s been ruling all the nightstalkers because of it. That scent, it draws them. After you defeated the witches, he moved on to them. And now your physical body is being used for his mate. And the soul he placed there, her name is Valcira.” I shook my head violently, trying to push it away, trying to tell myself it wasn’t real. “No! That can’t be happening!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Please… let me go back. I can help!” But they didn’t answer right away. And in the silence, the hopelessness settled deeper in my chest. I couldn’t stand it. “Aren’t you listening?! I need to go back! I have to go back to the physical world to help!” I shouted.

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

But they weren’t always that way. Dead Worlds were worlds that served the stage for battles amongst the gods. These were worlds that were once thriving and brimming with life, but had been destroyed after constantly hosting the wars of powerful gods and Origin Artefacts. These were worlds that failed to survive during the Chaotic Era. One of these worlds was Alr. Alr was more desolate than any other world in the universe. There wasn’t a patch of grass or a well of water in the entire planet. It was the true definition of the word barren.

Military bases, Sky Cities, Realms of the wizards and witches, kingdoms of the commoners—they all live in a continent together. Kanzeri has been the largest military alliance consisted of five empires, there have been no harm neighboring with them since their borders are open and they have been a welcoming empire. The Sky Cities of Eusciduous have always been distant towards it’s neighboring alliance of countries and never interfered with them nor even tried to socialize with its people. They just float from the skies, never be seen by the naked eye.

It seemed liked he didn’t feel awkwardness talking to me. “We can’t bee seen together though,” I reminded him since he was forgetting that fact. H e sat up straight. “You’re still thinking about that when you don’t even belong to any pack now.” “It’s still wrong.” He stood up to get me a glass of water from the small dispenser. “How can it be wrong?” He sat back putting the glass next to the plate. “Our races should be in good terms with each other.” “Not everything would agree with you. One person’s desire would not change anything.”

Not after he'd come all this way. "Affirmative, Maru. But you will cer..." Madame Ais started. "Let me listen on, Madame Ais." But Maru interrupted because he could barely contain his excitement after Madame Ais’ initial words of confirmation. "Affirmative, Maru." the system responded. "The History of the Human Race. We were not originally from this world. Our race was insignificant then compared to where we are now. We fought wars until our planet collapsed into an apocalypse of hunger and despair.

Screams echoed all around him, warriors falling and their bodies torn apart by the merciless claws. His father, Marcus Reed, stood at the center of the chaos. He stood tall and unwavering despite his injuries. His presence was both a beacon of hope and a warning—a storm in the battlefield. Marcus's silver fur was matted with blood, his breathing was heavy but the stance was solid. His stormy gray eyes, the same ones Ryker had inherited, burned with determination. Before him, stood a masked figure. It was The Tyrant. His massive form cloaked in darkness and his eyes gleamed through the slits of the mask like a predator toying with its prey.

They had vanquished Morgana, and they had ensured their domestication. As the pack recouped from the fight, they started to modify their lives. They honored the fallen, and they promised to never disregard the penances made to ensure their domestic rights. They knew that the danger of the Shadowlands was not totally gone, but they were prepared to confront anything challenges long haul may hold.

“It’s just beginning.” As the darkness grabbed me, I clung to that promise. We would fight. We would rise. And we would win—no matter the cost. The world outside was steeped in darkness. Night had descended rapidly, devouring any remains of warmth. I stood on the edge of the debris, the cool wind piercing into me like a knife. The dust has begun to settle around what used to be a stronghold of terror and manipulation—a shattered monument to my father’s sick ambition. But as I saw the ruins, I realized this wasn’t the end. It was only the start of something darker.

“Emily! How could you do this? You’re supposed to mate with a warrior from Conecuh Forest! You have ruined my plans!” “WHAT?!?!” I yelled. “What do you mean I was supposed to mate with a Conecuh Forest warrior? Why would I do that instead of waiting for my fated mate and why would you decide this without ever mentioning it to me?” I replied. I was fucking angry now. I had no idea what my dad was talking about or what my mom’s problem was. This was excessive, even for them. “Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.”