Forsworn Book Novels & Stories

“Then let’s not waste any time.” Back at the packhouse, Nicola spread the ancient books out on the table in her suite. The triplets sat nearby, their presence grounding her as she flipped through the fragile pages. The texts were written in a mix of languages, some of which she recognized, others that were completely foreign. “This one mentions the Forsaken,” Dylan said, pointing to a passage in one of the books. “It’s talking about them as part of some prophecy.” “Of course it’s a prophecy,” Dean muttered. “Why is it always a prophecy?”

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center. In delicate handwriting—gold ink, smudged with ash—it read: “Lie to the Crown. Lose the tongue.” Eirwen didn’t laugh. But she did smile. Just a little. “This some kind of mafia poem?” she asked. Triarch Vow didn’t move. Domenik did. He stepped toward her, voice softer than it should’ve been. “This is not metaphor. It’s doctrine.” “You want me afraid?” “No,” he said. “I want you honest.”

If I wasn't so busy with my new job working for the alpha, I would be too engrossed in my miserable thoughts. Well, working with the alpha was my first step in trying to make up for all the wrongs my father had committed. If I ever wanted to end this war between both clans, I had to get on the good side of the alpha to be able to do that. And I can say my plan has been going well. Although it was obvious, the alpha hadn't fully trusted me yet, which is understandable.

“He was taken by something else. The corruption didn’t kill him. It embraced him.” A heavy silence settled over the room. “Then he’s the one leading the corrupted?” Lyra asked. “The ones who escaped the Seal?” “He isn’t just leading them,” Elias said. “He’s rebuilding the Forsaken.” “The Forsaken?” Nyra whispered. “The army from the Forgotten War,” Elias answered. “Creatures once sealed beneath the earth—half-wolf, half-shadow. Many of them were Alphas who fell and turned. Lucien is raising them again. And with the seal fractured, it’s only a matter of time before he tears it open completely.”

"Wow, that was a lot to take in." Christian said nothing, instead he closed the book. "What is that book, anyway?" Christian ran his hand over the cover, "our history. Well, not just ours but the gods and titans and faeries." "You mean fairies?" Christian chuckled, "you will know the difference soon enough." "There's a difference?" He nodded, "but that is nothing to worry your head about. The Fates gift this book to all Alpha’s, Horde leaders or whoever governs over a Supernatural being, once you open it and find what you seek. It sucks you in, taking you back in time."

It took two days of travel before I reached the territory of the Northwind Pack. Unlike the mild southern woods, the North was vast yet unforgiving. The snowcapped mountains stretched beyond the horizon like the spine of a slumbering beast. The structures rose like fortresses, heavy with an air of solemn authority. The werewolves of this land held steely, wary gazes like no other. Scarlet Crews, Alpha Damian’s Gamma, was there to meet me.

“Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork of my simple life, be all that you hope for, but I believe you may be in for disappointment. My life was

Gwen said with a bit of a serious expression on her face. It is then that Zed realize that what they are going to talk about will be serious based from their reactions alone. “To tell you the truth Zed, we are not from this land. We are from Bruman, we are here to recruit the people that are persecuted by the people last time. Gwen is here to fetch me and return to our land. We only delayed our plan because we want to train you. And this is the last time that we are going to see each other. We hope that you use what you have learned from us to serve your kingdom okay?” a tear drop from Zed’s eye when he realize that I was farewell.

said a voice inside me. Sorry, I can't find my wallet," I apologized in frustration. Suddenly a hoarse voice from behind interrupted me, " worry less miss, I'll sort it out. Andy, give her receipt for her order then take mine too and deduct it from my card," the gentleman said calmly as he handed over his card. "Oh-no... you don't have to do this. I have just misplaced my wallet which has cash and two fully loaded cards. I'll fetch it right away," I interrupted.