Novel & Cerita Guest 666 X Noob Forsaken

The silence was a bit uncomfortable at first, and I didn’t even realize I’d spoken out loud when I said they’ve always hated me and I’ll never be good enough. Easton reached over and grabbed my hand, and I could feel his worry and confusion, so I knew he could feel my emotions already. ‘How does this person I barely know already seem to care more than my own parents?’ I think to myself. Kyra pipes up, ‘Because our mate is perfect and was created for us by the moon goddess. Our parents are just stupid.’

They slipped around strikes that should have landed, reached through defenses that should have held. Hybrids tried to use their unique abilities. Some summoned fire. Others called on gifts they barely understood. But nothing worked. The Forsaken shrugged off every attack, their glowing eyes fixed on their targets. "They are not alive," Caspian shouted over the chaos. His red eyes were wide with something Lena had never seen there before. Fear. "They cannot be killed. Not by normal means. Not by anything we have."

"I’m using it." From the crimson sky, three shapes descended. Argentis and the other drakes landed with a spray of salt and slush. Lucien leaped from his mount before it had even fully settled, his white-hot fire flaring in the red gloom. Leo and Mara followed, their weapons drawn, their eyes scanning the ruins of the Spire. They stopped ten feet away. Lucien, the King of the Forsaken, the man who carried the fire of the sun, took one look at me and let out a low, involuntary growl. His grey eyes were fixed on mine, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of my new power.

“Let’s just say he and Marrok were feeling a bit possessive about everything that happened.” When it looks like everyone is here, I start by addressing the pack. “I’m sure you all realize that Beta Gabriel and Gamma Jack are not in attendance this morning. They are currently in the pack cells accused of allowing an intruder to pass onto your pack lands unannounced. The intruder was Kaelin, Alpha Waylon’s son, who you all know was banished. Kaelin remains unwelcome in this pack. There will be an all-pack announcement at three o’clock this afternoon. Everyone is expected to be there.”

James followed suit and said, “Coincidentally, I have something to ask you.” “Ask away.” She looked at James. He asked, “Previously while we were in the Desolateness Sanctuary, you once headed to the Forsaken Land. What is this Forsaken Land? Are there places outside the reach of the Heavenly Path in this universe?” “You really want to know?’ Melinda asked. “I’m just curious,” James replied.

With that fact, I was confident I would not go hungry anymore, and I didn’t need to drink blood. While I ate, I looked at the other customers searching for werewolves that would bring me to the pack. But what appeared at the door wasn’t the one I need the most. Gavin walked toward me when he saw me through the door. I frowned at him as he come closer. I cursed at him in my mind for ignoring everything I said.

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.

“There’s more. We didn’t just find spies. We found sigils carved into the inner foundations. Old runes. Blood runes. The kind that summon the Forsaken.” Jared’s face turned to stone. “That’s impossible. Those creatures haven’t walked the realm since the Burning War.” “Tell that to the corpse we found in the granary,” Damon replied. “Its heart was missing. And its eyes were sewn shut.” A long silence followed. Elias started laughing. “You think Xavier fears your blades? He’s raising the dead, Rhea. And you’re standing in a fortress that’s already cursed. You don’t win this.”

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

Then, out of the dark, a dozen figures emerged. They weren't Council Enforcers. They weren't wearing silver armor or carrying runes. They were dressed in rags, their hair long and matted, their skin covered in old scars and dirt. Some of them were half-shifted, their ears pointed or their teeth elongated. They looked like ghosts, thin and hungry, their eyes glowing with a feral, yellow light. "Who are they?" Rowan whispered, shrinking back toward a tree. "The Forsaken," Killian said, his sword clearing the scabbard with a sharp ring. He didn't lower his guard. "The outcasts. The ones the Council kicked out for being 'imperfect.' I thought they were all dead."