Mafioso Fanart Forsaken นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Fucking prick! “Oh, Marcellus, I don’t know where the fuck you are, but I do know that this is your doing. This is not real. You are just playing with my mind again, you twisted cunt!” I screamed in a singing voice as I slashed through Lycan, who looked like my mother with my left hand and the one who looked like Malleteagan with my right hand. Purple smoke mixed with the electricity exploded from my arms along with my movements. I decapitated both forsaken, the Lycan that looked like my mother and one that reminisced of Malleteagan. They both evaporated in black and crimson dust. I continued to slay forsaken, one by one, effortlessly. Now that I have broken the mental barrier set by his lit

The man collapsed, blood soaking the stone as he extended a bloodied scroll. Keira rushed to help him while Aria unfurled the parchment. It was Thorne’s handwriting. Jagged. Rushed. A trail of smeared blood over the final word. “Don’t trust anyone. It was never just the Forsaken. –T” Her breath caught. The air in the room turned razor-sharp. Keira rose slowly, pale as ash. “What does he mean ‘never just the Forsaken’?” Aria folded the note with shaking hands. “It means someone inside these walls betrayed him.”

Eyes like molten amber, claws made of light. Revan pulled me back. “Stay behind me.” The creature’s voice filled the air, deep and calm. “You called me, little flame.” “I didn’t mean to.” “It doesn’t matter. The bond is complete. The child carries what was once mine.” Revan stepped forward. “Who are you?” The creature looked at him. “Your ancestor. The first Stormfang. The one your mother feared.” Jordan’s hand went to his sword. “And what do you want?”

Damian's eyes scanned the surface taking in the lines of text, tighter and less forgiving than modern script. As Damian read, his expression didn't change much. His jaw tightened slightly. The text spoke of rituals, old bonds and unity between wolves and bloodlines. He shifted the scroll, continuing to read carefully. The language was subtler, sharper. A bond unclaimed is not a bond undone. Damian stilled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he read the line again. His grip on the scroll tightened as he continued reading. There are ties that form beyond the will of man or wolf, ties that do not wait for acceptance.

“An antidote.” “Give him the antidote if you have it,” Daemon said anxiously. “I don't have it,” the healer responded. “Then where is it?” Fea asked. She raised the arrow and slowly rotated it in her palms. “This sigil, I recognize it. When I was a child my father traded with all of the packs before they broke up. One of the men in the White Fur Pack was a craftsman. He created arrows in a unique way. He used poisons made from herbs touched by shadow that were brewed deep within the ground.” She indicated the etched mark. “This is his work. You’ll have to go there if you want to save your friend.”

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.’

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

It let me know that whoever had been here probably left only a few hours ago. But now I sniff again and take in the aroma of rust and bitterness, and yes, I’m looking at blood. Someone has painted on these walls with blood. “What the fuck?” I murmur. “Who would do this?” “Moon Casters,” Cassian says. The disgust in his voice is clear. “There’s nothing they won’t do. Sap the magic from the moon, kill all the humans so they can have more power. Of course they would bleed their enemies to draw their little pictures. They probably feasted on their flesh afterward. I bet that was what the fire was about.”

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

Qiyana explained, “The supreme Forbidden Art of the Yeftero Race. It’s rumored that when this secret art is cast, the body will merge into the darkness, endlessly absorbing the power from the darkness. Moreover, one’s own strength will instantly reach its peak, even surpassing the current realm and stepping into the next one.” “Hmm,” Jadranka nodded solemnly and said, “Every Primeval Race has such a Forbidden Art. Among them, the Yeftero Race has many Forbidden Arts. They are generally recorded in ancient scrolls and are rarely used. Today, we’ve forced Yui to cast the Forbidden Art of the Yeftero Race. It seems that we’re on the verge of failure.”