Forsaken World Race Novels & Stories

I had been so blinded by the countdown, so desperate to bridge the distance between my Ina and her Moon, that I had treated this entire march like a straight sprint to a finish line. But this wasn't a race. It was a war zone that some of us wouldn’t survive

“If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.” Their howls ripple through the trees — fierce, uncontained. “Tonight, we do not stand for vengeance alone,” I shout above them. “We stand to restore balance. The moon chose us — not for peace, but for reckoning.” The air thickens, heavy with spirit. “So when your claws find their mark, remember you are not striking from hate. You are striking from truth. You are the howl that rose from silence. And when dawn comes, the world will remember what the night dared to hide.”

I rolled down the window and stated, "You and Ryan can rot in the slums forever. That's exactly what you deserve." Kate let out a bloodcurdling scream upon hearing that. Ryan, on the other hand, broke free from the guards and lunged at the car. "Helen…" he croaked. "I miss the child we never had. Please forgive me…" The window rose slowly. "Ryan," I said in a voice like steel. "That child is long gone. Everything is the way it is because of you. You're finally facing judgment." I then turned to face my driver. "Drive," I quietly commanded. "Our sweet daughter, Emily, is tired. We're leaving this disgusting place."

His expression changed. “Mommy…” “Yes?” “I remember the first world.” Elena's blood ran cold. “What first world?” Lucas looked upward. “The world before Earth.” Silence. Adrian stared. “What?” Lucas continued. “There was another civilization.” Charles whispered: “The First World.” Jonathan stepped backward. “No…” Elena looked at him. “You know about it.” Jonathan nodded. “It was in the classified archives.” “What happened?” “It disappeared.” “Why?” Jonathan looked toward Lucas. “Because the Architects destroyed it.”

I whispered again, my voice still unsteady. Revan’s jaw tightened. “Choose what?” “Which world burns.” Jordan swore under his breath. “That’s not a choice. That’s a curse.” Revan looked at him, his voice low and calm. “Everything that has power comes with a curse.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “She said I’m the balance. The world leaned too far. I was meant to bring it back.” Jordan moved closer. “The world leaned too far into what?” “Blood,” I said quietly. “Power. Control. Everything the packs fight for.”

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.....

Faster now. Focused now. Not speaking. Because whatever was ahead of them was no longer theory. It was real. And it was close. Far too close.

Deadrick quickly corrects himself, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s just… well, you have to go with Alpha Thane, or we will end up going to war with Io.” So, this is why he traveled outside of the territory. “If we lose out on this collaboration with Io, we will lose the benefits and negotiated terms. We worked hard to manipulate the deal to the greatest advantage of River Crest, and we were so close!” My father paces back and forth in front of me, muttering about the resources, territory expansion, and weapons, spiraling deeper until he remembers I’m standing before him. “You must go to Io.”

K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others. Mr Tibe was a man — maybe an entity with how hard it was to lay eyes on him — who sold everything illegal, with roots of power embedded so deep in the state, his empire might still be standing after I’d take him down. But that's okay, if I have to cut down every fucking branch myself, then that's what I'll do. I'd already lost someone to that, and while I didn't have any more siblings, I had a mom. And she had friends that had siblings.

] [Jensen's just a deadbeat who wasted six years of their lives. [True love wins!] I was not angry over the comments. Instead, I quietly passed along some damaging intel on Nicky's company to her biggest competitor. Nothing weighed heavier on a marriage than poverty. I hoped they could keep their love alive when she inevitably went bankrupt. After that, I looked at the 1.2 million dollars in my account and booked a plane ticket for a trip. Tara had been in the hospital since she was a little over a year old. Her biggest wish was to see the world once she got better.