Forsaken World Race Novels & Stories

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

Without denial, Alex said, “Yes. My airship also exploded halfway... May I ask if you know how to get to Earth?” “What kind of planet is Earth?” “Oh, my apologies. Do you know the world of America?” The young man’s eyes gleamed. “I know about this, of course. It is the cosmic center of the three thousand worlds where the cosmic monument is erected. Rumor has it that the spiritual energy has now recovered, and many people went there to seek opportunities, but... I heard they are all dead. Bro, do you want to go to the world of America? I advise you not to go there. Rumor has it that a great devil named Alex Rockefeller roams the grounds. He is especially atrocious and has occupied all the res

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

Together, they would rule the world. Fen, a cunning and ambitious werewolf, was consumed by one desire: to exterminate all alpheno werewolves and possess their power. He had once been a member of the Children of Gaia, a clan that valued peace and harmony among all werewolves, but Fen's thirst for power was too strong. He had secretly joined the Supreme God Destroyers, a cult dedicated to destroying the world and remaking it in their twisted image. He smiled devilishly as he thought about his plan to exterminate all the alpheno werewolves and conquer the world.

It came from the sand beneath me. Task Forty-One: The Scavenger’s Hunt. You are in the ‘Wasteland of Forgotten Things’ the graveyard for every debt that went unpaid and every soul that was too broken to be filed. To reach the sky kingdom, you must find the ‘Weight of the World.’ It is the only anchor heavy enough to pull a mountain back to earth. I stood up, the grey sand falling from my body. I wasn't a Queen here. There were no subjects, no throne, no laws. I was just a woman standing in a graveyard of discarded reality.

It was a monument to a civilization long gone, a civilization whose history Anya recognized with a gasp. "The Syphons," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "A legendary race obsessed with knowledge and power. They were rumored to have delved into forbidden areas of science, even tampering with the fabric of reality itself." Lyra's heart sank. Could this be a remnant of their legacy, a lingering fragment of their forbidden technology? As they entered the ringworld, their scanners went haywire. The anomaly intensified, wrapping around them like a cold, metallic shroud.

How is he going to react if he finds out my former mate is the very man he is here to celebrate, and also congratulate on his recent engagement? Serenia then realizes something very crucial she almost forgot. If she reveals to Kai that Rune is her former mate and he rejected her, it will be revealed to the High Alpha Tribe that the Luna of the Raseri Tribe is not the fated mate of the Alpha. It isn’t written anywhere that the Luna of a tribe must be the fated mate of the current Alpha, but that is only in cases where their former mate has died. It is clear that Rune’s former mate has not died and was rather rejected, something that also isn’t unheard of in the Raseri pack but considered blas

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

He now knew he was stronger than he thought he was. He was the king of the mystical world, who was once rejected and forsaken. End.

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.