Novel & Cerita Mafioso Fanart Forsaken

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.

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.”

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Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!!

I'm not finished with them. My soul is damned and the woman who I can't forget has already forsaken me. Now I'm a malevolent phantom who will have his revenge and his pixie. I am the Damned Forsaken.

On it, charred into the grain, was a sigil a crescent moon broken by a claw. Aria staggered back. “That’s… the ancient mark. The symbol of the Forsaken.” Kael growled. “The Sealed Alpha is making his move.” Later, back in the Moonfang Fortress, Aria stared at the old werewolf scrolls. She flipped page after page until she stopped on one with a crude drawing of a tall, black-eyed Alpha wearing chains made of shadows. The Sealed Alpha. Korrin the Bound. Banished two centuries ago for trying to enslave the Moon Goddess’s bloodline.

He was about to strike and through our bond I could feel just how afraid he was, because the forsaken was lowering his hand to claw at Tristan’s neck. “Mommy!” his painful scream tore at my heart and froze me, everything moving in slow motion from there on. The once blue red-ish sky that was signifying the start of a new day suddenly turned dark. There was thunder and lightning all over the sky and the ground beneath us shook. I could feel and taste the power that was all around us. A streak of light appeared behind the forsaken just before his head was torn clean from his shoulders, revealing a woman with obsidian eyes who immediately turned her back to us as she surveyed the creatures.

“He was taken by something else. The corruption didn’t kill him. It embraced him.” A heavy silence settled over the room. “Then he’s the one leading the corrupted?” Lyra asked. “The ones who escaped the Seal?” “He isn’t just leading them,” Elias said. “He’s rebuilding the Forsaken.” “The Forsaken?” Nyra whispered. “The army from the Forgotten War,” Elias answered. “Creatures once sealed beneath the earth—half-wolf, half-shadow. Many of them were Alphas who fell and turned. Lucien is raising them again. And with the seal fractured, it’s only a matter of time before he tears it open completely.”

“There are rumors. About a faction of wolves who made deals with the sea before the sirens were taken. Wolves who tried to control them. It didn’t work. But the magic remains… tainted. Ferocious. And generational.” I looked at him. “And you think my father was one of them.” “I don’t think,” he said. “I know. I found this.” He reached into the bag again and pulled out a torn page, faded and marked with symbols that pulsed faintly in the light. He handed it to me. I took it with trembling fingers. The drawing was of a woman—eyes like mine. And next to her, a man with a wolf’s head and symbols wrapped around his body like armor. Underneath them: Sanguis Caeli. Blood of the sky.

“If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.” Their howls ripple through the trees — fierce, uncontained. “Tonight, we do not stand for vengeance alone,” I shout above them. “We stand to restore balance. The moon chose us — not for peace, but for reckoning.” The air thickens, heavy with spirit. “So when your claws find their mark, remember you are not striking from hate. You are striking from truth. You are the howl that rose from silence. And when dawn comes, the world will remember what the night dared to hide.”