روايات وقصص ضمن Guest 666 X Noob Forsaken

So, he is not an actual threat, at least not to me. While I was dealing with Denexus and Malleteagan with Kerberos, Thersar and Nexelex led the warriors in the clash with a new bout of forsaken, who came with Kerberos and Denexus. This seemed a piece of cake for them, as Chthonic weaponry is made of the essence of Chthonic deities. And, as Thersar and Nexelex explained, everything with a chthonic core within will be absorbed within the weapons. The strength of destruction caused by the weapon will rise with each new substance being assimilated. It will vary depending on how powerful the chthonic being was. Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an

"Look what we have here?" The one with chocolate hair and brown skin chuckled like a maniac. "The Forsaken Alpha's bride..." I could've sworn that my blood drained out of my body when I saw their fangs...

He's going to reclaim his throne! "RECLAIM!" "RECLAIM!" "RECLAIM!" The Mamo's shouted. Then he continued... "He's our Forsaken God! He's not the type of God who would side from another God! He sided with us! We are forsaken from this Animal-World! We! The Mamo's will follow our God to death and life!" Then he flashed the book to everyone! It was the image of their God! "The God!" "Our God!" "GOD!" "GOD!"

I called her countless times, went to her office, and even looked for her at Ryan's place, but she was nowhere to be found. I could only watch as Tara died in my arms. The thought filled me with a burning hatred. I decided to face their provocation head-on. "Moonlight Hotel, right? I'll be there at eight at night sharp." Nicky sounded pleased. "That's more like it. If you'd just—" I hung up before she could say another word. I gently brushed my hand over Tara's urn. "Tara, Dad will avenge you. I'll ruin them." With everything prepared, I arrived at Moonlight Hotel at 8 p.m. sharp and entered the private room.

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.

He stood straight, his hands behind his back, his eyes cold and focused. “If we allow Alpha Aiden’s body to remain alive,” he said in a firm voice, “it will only become a distraction.” Hunter’s struggling slowed slightly, though his fists were still tight. “Varkros has already taken over his body,” he continued. “And if we want to send Varkros back to the underworld, we must destroy the host.” The words felt heavy. Like they pressed down on everyone in the room. “That is the only way,” he added. “We know this. The elders know this. Our packs have lived with this knowledge for generations. This is not new to us.”

There he was. Ronan. Alpha of the Ashfang pack. Towering. Wet. Dripping. A towel slung low on his hips like it belonged there, casually disrespecting every ounce of self-control I had left. His abs were carved from stone. His waist? Unfair. A tattoo curled around his arm and crept slightly over his chest, like it had a story it was dying to whisper. I didn’t even want to think about how good he looked soaked and glistening like a forbidden rain god. “I—I—I saw nothing!” I yelped, clamping my eyes shut like that could erase what had just burned itself into my memory.

I rose, the air in the lounge turning tense as I crossed to an empty seat in the corner. I had just sat when one of my friends whispered, “To your left—that’s Ethan.” Ethan Blackwood. Heir to the Blackwood Pack. The prodigy who completed Alpha training by twenty and seized control of his pack with ruthless precision. Cold. Unforgiving. Notorious for never letting anyone within arm’s reach. And I had just stepped into his space. Across the room, Caleb’s low chuckle carried, smug, waiting for me to be thrown out. I started to rise, careful, body bent forward— when the wolf beside me opened his eyes.

I tilted my head slightly, silence warmed the air “Unless Ivy provoked her.” A murmur rippled through them. “She left this pack under scandal,” I pressed. “Five years ago. Returned without warning, and within days… our Luna is dead.” The pattern was simple, and people always believe patterns. “It cannot be coincidence,” I said. They were listening now, truly listening. “Ivy is a bad omen,” I whispered. “Cursed, Forsaken. Look at what follows her.” Death. Division. Foreign interference. “She brought an outsider Alpha into our territory,” one of them muttered.

It wasn’t long before we encountered signs of the Forsaken broken branches, paw prints unfamiliar to the territory, faint energy residue that marked them as outcasts, dangerous and unpredictable. “They’re close,” I whispered, letting Luna push my senses outward. “Spread out but stay within range. We will not allow them to corner us. Not tonight.” The first Forsaken appeared a shadowed figure, snarling, its energy dark and tainted. My pulse quickened, but not with fear. With Luna coiling tightly beneath my skin, I stepped forward, voice calm but commanding: “You trespass in Blue moon Park,” I said. “You challenge my authority. You threaten my people. You will leave or face the consequences.”