Guest 666 X Noob Forsaken Novels & Stories

Before I could say anything, movement flickered at the edge of my vision. Then, the shadows came alive. Figures emerged from the darkness—cloaked, their eyes burning with unnatural light. The Forsaken. One stepped forward, his voice echoing through the chamber. “The Moonborn has come at last.” I braced myself, standing tall. “I came for answers.” The Forsaken warrior smirked. “Then prove you are worthy to hear them.” I barely had time to react before he attacked. The battle had begun.

I replied immediately. She looked up at me and stared in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked. I stared at her for a few seconds trying to figure her out before I finally opened my mouth to speak. "You are a Forsaken right?" "Yes, and so?" She replied. I stood up and walked towards her. "A Forsaken in heat, now that's interesting. Have you heard of phantom 20?" "No I haven't." she answered almost immediately. "How come you haven't heard of what you have been taking." I asked raising a brow.

Damian felt a warning, a sense that something was off. Damian crouched down, his senses becoming more alert. The air seemed to shift. He felt a presence, faint but there. It was closer now. His jaw tightened. Before he could say anything, the body moved. A low unnatural sound filled the air. This sound was wrong. It made every instinct in Damian's body go on high alert. The warriors around him stumbled back shocked by what they were seeing. "What the…" one of them started to say. Then the body began to change. Bones shifted, not breaking but reforming. The skin rippled and fur started to spread across it. This was not a shift, not the kind they knew. It was not. It was not alive. This was so

While he tries to stop the bleeding, I point to the chair, and my men grab my son. I don't follow them. I stand in front of the grieving man and smile. "It sucks, doesn't it? To let someone in, give your all to one person, and allow them to break down the walls, just watch them die before your eyes. That's exactly what you did to my family and me. Blood for blood, fucker." I turn my back on them and snap my fingers. "Burn them down, boys." Now, the Guardians will disappear from our lives, and soon enough, I will burn down the tombs of the remaining creatures.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing. A call from an unknown caller. I hesitated to pick up the call, and before I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. Then I sighed in relief. Again while on a F******k search, the unknown caller rang back. This time I didn't hesitate to respond to the call. Upon picking up the call, I was met by silence. Then I went first, "Hello.. who I'm I talk.." before I could finish my line, a male's voice intercepted, "It's Jack, I found your wallet and keys, just want to give them back."

he slowly shakes his head and reminds Zed how Gwen can be unreasonable sometimes. “I don’t think that you should be grateful for that.” He said with a convinced tone. “Should we tell master Gwen that she entered the wrong room?” without hearing a single response, Krono walks to the room to fetch Gwen. And in the meantime, Zed was approached by other students that were amazed by his ability and ask him various things about the summoned entity that he called out during the fight. “I don’t think I can answer that myself.” He replied. “But still, that summon was really cool. The other might find it terrifying but to me it was so awesome. Can you at least tell me your summon’s name?” Zed turns an

I reach the back slope just in time to see her draw her blade. She stands alone. Legs trembling. Eyes locked on Enzo. He smiles at her like she’s prey. And I know what he’s about to do before he even raises the sword. I hurl myself between them. The blade slices into me with a sound I’ll never forget—like cloth tearing underwater. It pierces through flesh, through bone, into something deeper. Something sacred. I collapse, but not from pain. From disconnection. My wolf howls in my skull, a sound of betrayal. The blade was cursed—dark-magic forged. Designed not just to kill.

"You do not remember us, do you? Like this was all some weird game to him, his voice was bursting with laughter. Stiffened, I tried to slow my rushing pulse. "What do you desire?" I insisted, my voice trembling more than I had meant. The man stared with shining eyes. "We are here for him, naturally," he added, pointing his head toward Damon. "The legendary Damon Blackwell." Have you not been hidden for far too long?