Itrapped Forsaken Fanart Novels & Stories

Moving in perfect formation. They parked in a semicircle around the square. Doors opened simultaneously. Wolves poured out. Thirty or forty, all in fighting form wearing Thorne Pack colors. Then Damien stepped out of the lead vehicle. He looked different, like something dangerous. His eyes swept the square and locked on me. "Sera." "You're not welcome here," Marcus said before I could respond. "I'm not here for your permission." Damien pulled out a scroll. Actual parchment. "I carry divine authority from the Moon Goddess herself. This territory is under investigation for harboring Silverblood abominations. I have the right to…"

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

she asked. Her voice barely formed before it hit her fully. Her eyes widened. Then she saw it. A distortion. Just beyond the edge of the room. Not solid. Not human. Not a wolf. Something, wrong. It flickered. Like it could not hold its shape. Like it was not meant to be seen. Seraphina's breath shattered. "What is that?" she asked. Her voice rose, panic breaking through before she could stop it. Her hands gripped at Damian instinctively pulling closer.

The carvings shifted, forming a symbol — a circle split in half, one side flame, one side moon. Revan stared at it. “That’s the mark of the first covenant.” “What covenant?” I asked. “The one that created the packs,” he said. “And the one that destroyed them.” The light grew brighter. The ground beneath us trembled again. Jordan grabbed my arm. “Lora, step back.” But I couldn’t move. The stone was pulling me closer. The voice inside me whispered again, louder this time. “The truth sleeps beneath. Wake it, and you will see what must end.”

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

I liked to pick up unusual little stones when I walked, and he'd collect the most beautiful gems for me. But now, he gave all his attention to Seraphina. Looking at those gems, now worthless to me, I tossed them out. Then, I got ready to go before the elders and formally state my intention to leave. As I passed the pack square, a few young werewolves were gathered around the "Echo Stone"—the Blackrock pack's version of social media, a special stone that could record and play images. "Look, Seraphina posted a new image!" a girl shouted excitedly.

Not just from wolves. From warriors. Disciplined. Measured. Not the wild scrapes of a starving rogue. These were meant to break through defenses. Quickly. Cleanly. “Gamma,” Micah calls. “You’re going to want to see this.” I follow his voice toward the barn. What’s left of it. On the far side of the scorched wall, scrawled in blood, is a symbol. An old one. A crest with three vertical slashes through a crescent moon.

“Guards take her away, she is no longer welcome in the Shadowfang pack.” “What??” I turned back to Kael in absolute shock. Exile? Surely he wouldn’t go that far. But as I looked into Kael’s eyes I saw nothing there at all. I didn’t resist as two guards grabbed me from both sides. The flowers in my hand fell to the floor as I was dragged out of the hall. A flowery scent wafted to my nose while I was still in the hall. I turned and saw her. A woman in a black flowing gown made eye contact with me. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and she gave me a bone chilling smile and a little wave.

"Yes, you can, which is why I'm sending you back. To make things right and put an end to the war between your clan and the werewolf clan. But do not be blinded by revenge Valerie, to make things right, you have to understand what you're dealing with, okay?" "Well, I don't think there's more to understand than my supposed best friend betraying me and selling us out!" “Well, there would be a lot of difference now though,” she leaned closer to me, gently caressing my cheek with her hand. "A lot, it would take self-control to understand." She leaned closer to me, placing a kiss on my head. A wave of drowsiness suddenly engulfed me, and my legs went weak. "Wait, a min-" I couldn't complete my sen

Although half of it was ruined, one could still make out my youthful smiling face. The embroidered cartoon design on a piece of burned fabric in the corner was still faintly visible. Mom had embroidered it herself, so it was one of a kind in the world. Daniel left with Laura without looking back, completely oblivious to the traces I had left behind.