Forsworn Book Novels & Stories

The wizard who had been knocked to the ground by Arnold stood up but before he could make the counter attack, Arnold brought out a black book and pointed directly at him. He froze when he saw the book. "Do you want me to use it or would you leave this place now?" Arnold asked without mincing words with him. "This fight isn't over for both of you." He proclaimed before disappearing into thin air. First of all, I had a lot of questions to ask about how he came here and how he had just disappeared into thin air but the more important question at the moment was the book that Arnold had pointed at him. It was the werewolves forbidden book of sorcery and no one was allowed to use it or take it fro

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

Before I could say anything, movement flickered at the edge of my vision. Then, the shadows came alive. Figures emerged from the darkness—cloaked, their eyes burning with unnatural light. The Forsaken. One stepped forward, his voice echoing through the chamber. “The Moonborn has come at last.” I braced myself, standing tall. “I came for answers.” The Forsaken warrior smirked. “Then prove you are worthy to hear them.” I barely had time to react before he attacked. The battle had begun.

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

It was clear that she had stumbled upon something unusual, something that didn't appear in the usual texts. Roxy's voice was steady as she read aloud, "The Forsaken possess mastery over all four elements, wielding them with effortless ease. Their powers extend far beyond elemental control, though the full extent of their abilities remains shrouded in mystery. Some whisper that they can manipulate time itself and bend the human mind to their will. The Forsaken are not to be trusted, for beneath their promises of aid and allegiance lies a treacherous intent to betray. They eschew the clan structures of other supernatural beings, instead opting for a solitary existence that allows them to pursu

He had built a sanctuary out of nothing but seafoam and sentiment. “He was devoted. They were inseparable. He loved that Omega like his whole world.” My jaw tightens. The words on the page feel like an insult to my own ambition. Leander Voss, the man who never gave anything freely, who calculated every move with the precision of a grandmaster, fell in love, lost everything, and built it again. He had found a purity in that salt-stained village that I have never known, and that realization burns. He stripped away the power, the money, and the legacy, and he still found something worth having. And then I took it from him.

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

The darkness inside him pulsed violently, like a living thing trying to escape. But it couldn’t. Not anymore. “Reveal the body of Aiden,” I commanded. “Your monstrous form will dissolve!” He let out a long, painful howl. His body began to shake. Slowly—very slowly—the twisted, monstrous shape of him started to dissolve. The dark, jagged features that had taken over Aiden’s body began to fade, as if they were being burned away by something pure. Varkros screamed in agony as the darkness peeled away from him.

Dark magic indeed, but I had come too far now to falter. With an apologetic whisper to any watching ancestors, I poured the substance across the safe's surface, completing the blasphemous ritual step-by-step just as Fox commanded. The engraved dragons appeared to twist and grimace in the flickering shadows. An agonizing minute crawled past. Then the sealed door swung open silently on oiled hinges. Shock rooted me in place briefly before I darted inside, scanning the shelves frantically. There, dusty and unremarkable - the Book of the Forgotten. Lore banned for the prophecies of chaos it contained. Exactly as promised.

One winter, Malzareth opened the book before her, his crimson eyes lingering on the page longer than usual. "Six thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years," he mused, sounding almost surprised. "You've lived longer than expected." He snapped the book shut. "Prepare the Awakening Chamber." She lowered her head. "As you command." She knew what the directive meant. Every lower god eventually awakened their inherited Authority, most within their first thousand years. She had waited nearly seven thousand. This was her final chance; if nothing happened, she would lose what little value she had left to the cult.