Forsworn Book Novels & Stories

All that was left was a hollow emptiness and a single, looping question. "Why did this happen again?" “If I get another chance, I’ll change everything,” she remembered the memory of her own vow echoing in her mind. She had avoided Damien. She had avoided Sebastian. She chose a different man, a man she thought was different. But the result was the same. Betrayal. Abandonment. And he also ended up with Jane. "Is it my fate? she wondered. Am I just destined to be forsaken, no matter what I do?"

Voices echoed in tandem with the text. > “The Sovereign rose from betrayal, Wreathed in salt and silence. Its mouth was torn away— For the voice was never meant to be heard.” > “We, the Tide-Forsaken, swore no tongues And drowned our names willingly.” > “But the world forgot, And silence unravels When remembered by blood.” Maya closed the book. “It's not just scripture,” she said. “It’s a key. A map. And a weapon.” She turned to Sefina.

he told me proudly. I stared at my hands that have mass now. My brother’s body was no longer skinny. I looked at him smiling at me and that’s when a thought struck me. I knew the clan where he belongs to. Their blood was special, which made them unparalleled. Werewolves were very wary of them and even other vampires. My mother always told me who they were because they were dangerous. I had to avoid them, but now Gavin had shared his blood with me, which was a sin for their clan. I was supposed to be happy, but I couldn’t. What I learned just added to my worries. Gavin’s clan doesn’t know how to show mercy because if they see something wrong or that can damage their image, they would eliminat

“This library is only accessible to the Alpha, Beta and Gamma families. It’s got the same type of fingerprint scanner as our apartment.” I didn’t want to sit at the desk, so I grabbed a few of the books and sat on the large couch instead. Easton kneeled down to take my shoes off before sitting beside me on the couch. He turned sideways a little and pulled my back into him so that I was laying against him and could position my legs to hold a book. I propped one of the books open on my legs and began to browse through it.

she asks. She feels him nod. “Of course, you’ll have the best education ever provided to any member. The Wolfmane Tribe has the biggest reserve of ancient scripts and texts left to us by the first ancestors to step foot on the Faroe Islands here on Middle Earth. After being banished here without so much as a sip of water or bite of food, they did everything they could to document their history and the world they came from, to ensure the later generations would not forget who we are and where we originated.” “Those first few, were they…” Niklas is already nodding again before she finishes her trailed-off thought.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.

"What do I protect?" The stray didn't answer directly. Instead he leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes were half-lidded now. Then... He spoke. Slow. Broken slightly by the blood in his mouth. Deliberate. "When the moon forgets its chosen light..." Damian didn't move. His brows pulled together slightly. "The Alpha walks beside his truth in blindness..." The lantern flame flickered. Shadows stretched across the walls. "She will rise where no crown was placed." Silence.

Sparks flew where their strikes met. I stayed where I was, trying to control the fire that wanted out. Every time I breathed, it pushed harder. The voice inside me returned. “Let me help.” “No,” I whispered. “They’ll kill him.” Revan shouted, blocking a strike meant for me. Blood hit the floor. The voice grew louder. “Let me help.” I closed my eyes. The choice burned through me. Then I let it. The fire exploded again, golden and fierce. It wrapped around the Darkborn like a storm. Their screams filled the chamber as the light tore through them.

The silence became a second presence. At the bottom, they guided me to a circle etched into the stone. Symbols I didn’t recognize glowed faintly around its edge. “Kneel.” I did. “Repeat after me,” one of them said. “I swear myself to the Forsworn.” “I swear myself to the Forsworn.” “Until death or deeper.” “Until death or deeper.” “To speak betrayal is to breathe poison.” “To speak betrayal is to breathe poison.” “To run is to die. To reveal is to be erased.”