Mafioso Fanart Forsaken Novels & Stories

“Joanna from the white moon pack came third with 15 points because she hit the target with three arrows too, but one of them burst through it." My eyes shot at Joanna. Indeed, she was my main competitor and not Maggie. I knew I had to watch out for her before the fact that she doesn't want me here. “Annabelle from the dark fur pack came fourth with 14 points." “Gamma Genevieve from the Lycanfrost pack came in fifth with 13.5 points.” “Scarlett from the dark blood pack came in sixth with 13 points.” “Gamma Tara came in seventh with 12 points.”

Mason's pov Friday 20th August 2021 ******************************** I love spending time with my best friends. Cole, Will, and Vincent came over this morning to do some painting with me before I go and meet Damon for another night at his house. Vinny has finally warmed up to me after Cole introduced us. He's Italian and quite scary with all of his scars but when you get to know him he's adorable. I can see why Damian loves him so much. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vincent asks as Cole starts taking his clothes off. We're doing a thing I saw online where you get a black canvas and paint your ass and leg to leave a sexy imprint on the canvas. Cole and Will are super excited but Vincent

“Princess Seraphina, please. Yell at me if you want, but please do not be quiet about it. What I did is unforgivable, and I deserve—" “Nothing, Nicola. You deserve nothing. Not even my anger.” I let out, breathing steadily while holding his gaze. Rexton seemed to be lost in some kind of trance, but I didn’t care. I simply said to Nicola, “You have done what you did. Nothing can change that, not even my forgiveness. Thank you for creating the pills for Celeste and for teaching me these past few weeks.” “There’s no need to thank me. It was a pleasure, and I will create the potion to seal away her werewolf gene as soon as we defeat the rebels—"

Daniel watched in horror as the demons began to put chains around the boy's wrists. "NO!" Marcus screamed as the chains were pulled causing him to be lifted off his feet. Azazel ripped his already tattered shirt off, revealing deep silver scars. The scars mirrored Daniels. "Go on, show your daddy your little angel wings." Azazel said mockingly. Marcus took a deep breath and let his wings unfurl. They were pitch black, but they were covered by tiny silver scars. Whatever blade was used to make the scars on Marcus's body was used on his wings too.

I tend to keep my mafia books light but this one will be different. Fanuco Ferrero is a sick twisted man and he turns Catalina into who she is. To be able to show the extent of his damage, some themes can't be avoided. Please DON'T IGNORE this warning and complain about it in the future. For those who decide to proceed, thank you for your support.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

I followed again. "He collects beautiful things," he said finally. "People. Women. He doesn't use them himself. He displays them. Like trophies for men and recreates more beauty." He swallowed. "Most times, he kidnaps siblings and makes them have sex. Once the lady takes in, he kills the brothers, selling off their organs. And the brothers who refuse…" Marco snorted. "He harvests their organs whilst they're alive. They feel every single pain." My stomach turned, and I grabbed Marco for support. What I heard was too much for me.

Hungrier. Mira’s eyes widened. “They brought the Forsaken.” Lila cursed. “The what?” “Wolves that gave up their humanity completely,” Mira explained quickly. “They are more beast than wolf now. Extremely dangerous. Someone must have promised them the child.” Damien pushed himself in front of me. “How many?” “Too many,” Mira said. “We cannot fight them here. We have to run.” But it was already too late. Dark shapes burst out from the trees below us. These wolves were bigger, with patchy fur and wild, crazed eyes. They moved like they had nothing left to lose.

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn