Novel & Cerita Forsaken World Race

Me struggling. Kaelen fading from view. My vision darkened, and the world around me disappeared. Everything went black.

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?

He's going to reclaim his throne! "RECLAIM!" "RECLAIM!" "RECLAIM!" The Mamo's shouted. Then he continued... "He's our Forsaken God! He's not the type of God who would side from another God! He sided with us! We are forsaken from this Animal-World! We! The Mamo's will follow our God to death and life!" Then he flashed the book to everyone! It was the image of their God! "The God!" "Our God!" "GOD!" "GOD!"

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.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

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.

“I am here because you have crossed into the Forbidden Territory—a place reserved for those who carry the burden of leadership. And because you carry the blood of the pack, the spirits have not turned you away.” Aveline felt a shiver run down her spine. “We didn’t mean to intrude,” she said, her voice steady despite her fear. “We’re trying to return to Whispering Woods.” Alaric’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. “The path you seek is fraught with peril,” he warned, his voice echoing with a deep, ancient sorrow. “Darkness grows within the heart of the pack—a darkness that seeks to consume all that remains of what was once pure.”