Forsaken World Race Novels & Stories

“What does it mean for one who bears its mark? And why now, with Alina?” The seer’s wrinkled face creased into a knowing smile, though her eyes remained somber. “The Forsaken are an ancient order, older than any pack, older than man. They sought to balance the forces of creation and destruction, to ensure that neither light nor dark would prevail unchecked. In their zeal, they created a mark—a symbol to be borne by those chosen to channel both the beauty and the horror of this world. It is a curse and a gift all at once. But be warned, Alpha, for those who bear the Sigil often walk a perilous path.”

I felt cracked. I’d managed to build an image of what my life would be like, created a picture that seemed to be so right I didn’t prepare myself for a reality where it was anything but my reality. So things had begun to fall apart, pieces of this life breaking away bit by bit until I was left with nothing but me. But I didn’t know what I was without being Alpha, didn’t know who I was without my family, and I didn’t want to know. Because so far, that person seemed to be weak. Cracked. Mangled. Broken.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars and planets dance to the rhythm of gravity and time, lies a realm of forgotten worlds. These lost realms, shrouded in the shadows of oblivion, whisper tales of a bygone era when they thrived with life and vitality. Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion.

If he was so intent on protecting me, why did he drop his efforts and just walk away? The Guardian clears his throat, and I immediately look at him. "Obsidian men were driven to power and superiority, and for that, they paid the ultimate price. They were cursed, and so they paved their way to their own destruction." He starts pacing before me. Usually, I'd ask questions, but it seems he's trying to remember something. After a few minutes, he stops and turns back to me.

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.

I was running in a world so dark; so cold A world which felt like a prison A world voided of meaning and comfort A world that ran parallel to Terra Australis I was running in a world so eerie; so mysterious A world whose floor is nothing but stone filled with water that got deeper with every step A world that will snatch you of calm and reason A world that reflected true silence I was running in a world so dark; so desolate A world that kept secrets A world that covered its true purpose beneath its aquatic sheets A world that hid overwhelming power I was running in a world of pure darkness A hidden wonder of Terra Australis A world where I have become its god Solemn Reveries of Terra Austral

“The name of this child was Armaros, meaning the cursed one. Your ancestor.” “So… my ancestor was cursed?” Belinda asked. “Yes. His parents hated the kind of wolf he was and sent him away, somewhere very far from home. He had to do everything on his own and even started a new family and pack. But when the people of the Merania kingdom heard he was alive, they tried to kill him, and they attacked his pack. He was killed, but some of his people escaped and they spread across the face of the earth, to hide.” “After many years, no one heard anything about red-furred wolves, and they were believed to be extinct until yesterday, when we found out you are one of them.” Mr. Theron stopped talking an

“We’ll take everything from him.” “No,” he says, gripping my hand. “We’ll burn everything. And rebuild it in our name.” The word our sends a thrill through my spine. We were born with nothing—thrown away, cast out, labeled as wrong. But we made something of ourselves. We clawed through the mud and blood and fire, and we never once let go of each other. This world thinks love has rules. That it only exists in clean lines and tidy names. But they don’t know what it means to need someone like I need him. They don’t know what it is to bury a body beside someone, to raise a child born of something unholy and still call it beautiful.

She fought her way out of the mountains with nothing but sheer determination and got herself into college. She finally reunited with her birth parents. But soon after, a car accident took them away. She was left badly injured and barely alive. That was when a system bound itself to her. She had to leave her own world and begin a mission. She grew up with my dad. They fell in love as teenagers. She chose him as her mission target, full of joy and hope. She thought that if she was sincere enough, everything would work out in the end. But she never imagined that she would lose everything and end up completely broken.