Forsworn Book Novels & Stories

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!! Until then, Elizra

A few words in a sentence were mixed with other languages, making it unreadable for someone who hasn't spent years understanding the history and learning languages like Odessa. “Penelope is a Talon,” she started and flipped to the next page. “There was a deal made between them ages ago. The twelfth wolf of the talon bloodline would be the harbinger of the forsaken wolves. They will be a key to the return of the forsaken. But that's not all he wants Penelope for,” she pulled the book back to herself.

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

"Nicky, I'm not in the habit of picking up trash." Nicky dropped to her knees in front of me. "I know I was wrong. Please just give me another chance." She was once the love of my life. She was now on her knees, pleading for me to take her back. Yet I felt nothing but a deep disgust. She continued through her sobs, "We've been through thick and thin. I know I can start over if you're with me again. I'll give you everything." I took a step back and looked at her coldly. "You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out."

Not when Eirlys still had so much left to lose. But now, Eirlys had learned to move through the Nightfang Pang unnoticed. It was easier that way—to exist in the spaces where eyes didn't linger too long, where whispers were only half-formed before they dissolved into the night. She would take routes that had not been passed for a long time. She would go through turns and corners to get to her destination. But lately, something felt wrong. She had begun to notice patterns—certain warriors leaving the packhouse at odd hours, whispers between them silencing the moment they noticed someone. It wasn't just paranoia. There was something else to it. Something she couldn't ignore.

(Isabel’s POV) I could feel the echo rattling in my bones as the gates slammed behind me. Darkness engulfed me, and a cold, sharp wind ripped at my flesh. I had nothing to protect my feet, no lantern to guide me, and neither food nor warmth... Just me, naked and broken, pushed into the icy woods outside the kingdom I once called home. I was destined to be Luna. Rather than being respected, protected, and honored, I was abandoned to wander aimlessly; my body was moving, but my soul faded with each step.

“Nico gets desperate, makes mistakes, reveals his true nature. Aleta sees him for what he really is.” “And if she doesn’t? If she chooses her brother over you when all is said and done?” My hands still on the folder’s edge. The possibility that Aleta might forgive Nico’s manipulation while condemning mine has haunted every quiet moment since I brought her here. Family loyalty runs deeper than romantic love, especially in our world where blood determines everything. “Then at least she’ll know the truth about who destroyed our future, and her brother will have learned a valuable lesson. You don’t fuck with Elio Castellano/”

“That bone structure is dangerous.” He arches a brow. “You should talk.” “I should not.” I press the cold glass against my cheek. “I’ve been talking too much since I got out.” “Out?” he echoes. Crap. “Of a bad place,” I say, waving a hand like it’s nothing. “You know. The usual. Lies, betrayal, a few broken promises, and just a touch of heartbreak-induced psychosis.” He hums. “Sounds... fresh.” “It is.” I lift my drink in a toast. “To fresh wounds.”

He would not reveal the twists and mysteries of the other worlds and was relieved that they saw fit to combat any unsavoury consequences that could easily occur if the unearthly felt affronted. "The grave you seek lies within the grounds of the Church of Our Lady, one of the mausoleums afforded only to those with money. His name was Robert Manwaring, an explorer of little note but one who saw fit to pilfer the tombs of the Pharaoh's and other such figures for his own gain. After he passed, he demanded they lie with him, so they could be as little use in death as they had in life. I promise, you will be rewarded for your service," Shu added. "You have been a great aid and it has not gone unno

I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?” “Jesus!” I yell as I nearly fling the book away. “When did you get here?” “Like twenty minutes ago,” he tells me. “You were so wrapped up in your p**n you didn’t notice.” “It’s not p**n,” I tell him quickly. “It said cock four times on one page,” he reminds me. “It’s p**n.” He pulls the book from my hands and opens it to a random page and starts reading. “Huh,” he mutters. “Good p**n.” He hands it back to me and smirks, “is it doing anything for you?”