Forsworn Book Novels & Stories

The gates buckled again, then burst open. They poured through ,once-wolves, now nightmares. Their eyes glowed with hollow fire, chains dragging behind them, their movements jerky but unstoppable. The stench of death rolled ahead of them, choking the air. My mark ignited, flaring hot and wild. The shadows rushed toward me, hungry, eager, as though they too had been waiting for this moment. Darius’s voice cut through the chaos. “Amara ,” But I didn’t wait. The first Forsaken lunged, its jaw unhinged in a soundless scream. I raised my hand and the shadows leapt, spearing through its chest, snapping its spine like dry wood. It crumbled into ash before it touched the ground.

She paused. Then opened it.". The air shifted immediately — colder, denser. From the shadows, her warlock advisor emerged. "My lady…" he warned. "You vowed once never to open that book." "I never vowed," she said coldly. "And besides… losers make rules." She turned a page — blood-red text exhaled onto the parchment, vibrating with forbidden power. Necromancy. Soul merging. Harvest spells that derived strength not in sacrifice… but in bondage. "I will obtain a vessel," she spoke softly. "And I will feed this plague something new. A hunger that is beholden to me."

⚡💥⚡ The crimson eye widened. 😱 The silver-masked figure stepped backward. Even Orion froze. 💀 Because names had power. And this name was forbidden. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten God The Book of Origins suddenly reappeared. 📖✨ Its pages turned wildly. One page stopped. A hidden page. A page torn from history. 🌑 Words appeared slowly. ⚡ AZRAEL Silence. 💀 Then more words followed. First Creation. First Prisoner. First Forgotten God.

“Their parents tried to keep them safe, but there was little to nothing they could do as the final say was on the council. After lots of pleading from the Queen, they decided to spare their lives and the unborn child, but… they placed a curse on this unborn child, and banished them from the kingdom.” “The time of delivery came, and Jessica gave birth to a normal child. Her and Anomander were happy that the curse didn’t come to pass and that their love prevailed. Everything seemed fine, until their child’s first transformation after his eighteenth birthday. They expected a normal wolf, but they saw a red-furred wolf, driven by rage and thirst to kill… The curse wasn’t gone after all. It was r

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.

“The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.” Her presence pressed closer, warmer. “I have been with you since the moment you turned eighteen,” she continued. “But I could not communicate with you. Dark magic stood in the way.” “Dark magic?” I stiffened. “That’s forbidden.” No one practiced dark magic anymore, not even witches. Every supernatural clan had outlawed it decades ago. Instant death was the punishment for anyone caught. “Power like that never truly disappears,” Carla replied. “There are still those who covet power.”

"Want a bite?" "No, thanks." "How about my bite?" He grinned, showing off his sharp canines. Chills traveled down my spine and I immediately took a coupke steps away. "Geez, definitely no." I sighed. "What do you mean when you said Roam was forrced to leave his pack?" Yzmael took a bite on his chocolate bar then chewed it before he answered me. "Simple. He got forsaken by his people." Confusion crept through me. "Forsaken? For what?"

Recently, we've been researching portals and the forgotten realms, but every time we get close to answers, something blocks us. For example—today. We went to the ancient library that once belonged to the seers. Micha and I searched for anything related to realms. After hours of digging, we finally found a book titled: "THE FORGOTTEN REALMS." "Finally, something useful," Micha muttered. "I hope so," I replied. "The title sounds promising." If only we knew. I opened the first page—blank. Second page—blank. Third, fourth… nothing. Page after page, just empty white paper.

The ancient creature howled in pain as smoke rose from its skin. “This isn’t over, Thorns!” it screamed. “The debt remains!” Unit Prime, on its last legs, looked at us with fading golden eyes. “You.. are.. chaos.” Then it collapsed. The Forsaken turned toward us one final time, weakened but still deadly. “I will take at least one of you with me.” Well, there was only one way to find out if that was going to be true. So I got to my feet slowly, making sure Liora was behind me, ready for what it had to throw at me.

My tears had long since dried out and even Isa had not reared her head in a while. A few days in the wilderness quickly broke everything down. It was very simple now. I just had to get away. I had never been out of the packlands before so my navigation was horrible. And yet I needed to take just one more step. I fell again but this time there was to be no getting back up. “Do you still live?” A strange voice asked. I looked up, knowing that I was just hallucinating. A shadowy figure in an overflowing dark cloak stood over me. Even his face was completely concealed. He held a thick staff by his side and it was adorned with a giant gem. I fainted.