Forsworn Book Novels & Stories

The door shuddered. And as Lyla took her first step forward, the Forsaken followed. Not as outcasts. Not as ghosts. As a pack. As a family. As her army. And Silverwood Wasn’t ready for them. The Forsaken followed. Not as broken remnants of a forgotten past. Not as shadows bound by vengeance. But as warriors. As a pack. Lyla led them forward, each step breaking the abyss apart, tearing open the veil that had kept them buried for centuries. The darkness around them shuddered, resisting.

Finally, she stilled, her hand pressing against one shelf as though the weight of memory bore down on her. “There is something I must tell you,” she said softly. Marek’s brow furrowed. “What is it?” Her voice dropped lower, carrying the weight of forbidden knowledge. “Long ago, before the Order rose, I wrote of a text — a collection of rituals, prophecies, and curses so dark it was sealed away. The Book of Damn.” Marek’s eyes widened. “The Book… sealed in the Hollow Realm?” Eloria turned to face him. “Yes. That book holds knowledge of shadow-born entities, of spirits that can possess the living. If something has taken Varek, its name, its purpose, and its weakness may be within those pages.”

"After the betrayel, Samual went on to create his own pack of werewolves. He had mutiple women, multiple kids with all of them. Those kids went on to have more. Since he was not reproducing with his true mate, each decendent lost more stregnth and power, becoming the werewolves you are today. Samual used his power for evil, driving the human towns against him. The humans finally attacked, pushing the pack into hiding. Samual dissapeared, leaving his two kids in charge. Everybody was taught what Samual wanted them to believe." "Where was Aruthra during all of this?" I look at her as I ask, wondering how Nikkia ended up in that pack. "Aruthra was the neutral one. He was keeping an eye on the p

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

Diana steps forward, trying to look intimidating. "I'm just a gentleman offering to accompany your daughter in this bag." Thaddeus chuckles as he kicks the bag with Zara's body. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Thaddeus; I am the last Keeper of the forbidden lands. Beside me stands the next heir to the throne- your next King," he says far too respectfully, especially to someone who tried to challenge his authority. Diana catches us both by surprise as she forces her body up and extends her claws. She can't get to him; every attempt ends in disaster.

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world. It was created by the first ever sorcerer, Gwydion the first. He had created this book of spells for the future generations of sorcerers but sorcerers and sorceresses got extinct ever since the plague. A wizard, Alizon, translated the book in such a way that any magic-possessing creature would be able to use the book effectively. The book was said to be lost after the first war of the Seven kingdoms. But it wasn't, Alizon hid it in Udhanba, one of the Seven kingdoms, in an abandoned temple and was killed right after that.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

"It's like I've had a life here before, according to the words here it says that the Forbidden Forest is home to the many planes, realms and worlds all intertwined. It home to demons, monsters, spirits and many supernatural beings not seem anywhere in this world. This book is far more accurate than anything in our royal library, where'd you get it?" "From some shelve in my family's secret library." Charles replies. "By the way when do you think you'll be done? I need to return that." Sebastian ignores him and carries on. "I don't understand how I can read this book yet, the words keep changing." Suddenly the book's pages start to flip itself endlessly. "Did you do something bud?" Charles ask

He is like a book with a lock that has no key. The man looked much older than Ivan and Dante, his hair in a long ponytail which applied this look as a mafia man even more. He had a slight stubble on his jaw, a frown etched on his face like it permanently belonged there, I guess Mafia men don't know about the word smiling then and no Ivan's little stunts don't count. He was dressed in a black suit just like the rest of them, one thing I can never understand. These men don't get the concept of freedom in your own house, it's scary.