Mafioso X Reader Forsaken Novels & Stories

It was clear that she had stumbled upon something unusual, something that didn't appear in the usual texts. Roxy's voice was steady as she read aloud, "The Forsaken possess mastery over all four elements, wielding them with effortless ease. Their powers extend far beyond elemental control, though the full extent of their abilities remains shrouded in mystery. Some whisper that they can manipulate time itself and bend the human mind to their will. The Forsaken are not to be trusted, for beneath their promises of aid and allegiance lies a treacherous intent to betray. They eschew the clan structures of other supernatural beings, instead opting for a solitary existence that allows them to pursu

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

Ariana gritted her teeth in anger. Alexander let out a chuckle, he loved it when women acted so tough, “Oh really? So you will prefer to die than have me in your bed”. Alexander asked. “Yes,”, she said immediately without any hesitation. She would not back down and let this man win. “Trust me sweetheart, you don’t want us to start with that, I know your kind so let’s go to bed sweetheart”. He said casually as he pulled of his shirt, the right side of his arm and back were tattooed, and it had some writings that Ariana could not understand and there was also a drawing of a tiger, It looked beautiful though.

Thank you for choosing "Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance." It's a standalone novel, so you can enjoy it without having read the previous books. However, if you want to delve deeper into the characters from earlier volumes, feel free to explore the entire series. »»————————«« This narrative is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

“You think he wrote something else about the Forsaken?” “He knew more than he let on,” Nicola replied. “I just need to find it.” Finally, she came upon a passage that caught her attention. The page was heavily annotated, the handwriting sharper and more hurried than usual. “The creation of Forsaken is not random - it’s deliberate. A corrupted energy source fuels their transformation, but it requires a willing participant to guide the process. Look for the signs of manipulation, the whispers of betrayal among your own.” Nicola’s heart skipped a beat. “A willing participant…”

I hid it from my family because Saf told me to. "Just please don't mention this to anyone, let me figure it out." Where will I even start to look? I think to myself as my eyes land on the book again. "Would you mind leaving the book with me, I'd like to take another look at it." Maybe I'll be able to find some answers in there. After all, the pack mansion has the best archives on every werewolf matter. "Sure," He says. "Take it." Atlas hands me the book, and as I take it from him our fingers graze each other, and he looks affected by the closeness between us.

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

“This library is only accessible to the Alpha, Beta and Gamma families. It’s got the same type of fingerprint scanner as our apartment.” I didn’t want to sit at the desk, so I grabbed a few of the books and sat on the large couch instead. Easton kneeled down to take my shoes off before sitting beside me on the couch. He turned sideways a little and pulled my back into him so that I was laying against him and could position my legs to hold a book. I propped one of the books open on my legs and began to browse through it.

“Damon is the wolf that has been rescuing her from us, Maisie. He is the one that kept Cephas on his toes for months, looking for Belinda. He knew he was going to show up to save her again, and that is when he planned to kill her.” “Didn’t you tell him I went to get married to the prince? Why would he ever think of killing the man I love?!” “I never knew he had his death in mind too, okay? He had everything play out the way he wanted it, until that girl changed into something horrific. She is a f**king red-furred wolf, and she took Cephas’ left eye while she was trying to save the prince.” Maisie’s jaw dropped as she listened to her sister’s story. She found it too shocking to be true.

I swirled around to see Lorenzo with his wrist wrapped around mine. "What are you doing?", I asked, brows furrowed. "You can't help her. If she dies then so be it. She's an enemy of this mafia", He said sounding controlling as usual. "Good thing I'm not a part of this Mafia right?", I said snarkily. "Look, if I don't help her because of you, I'll never ever forgive you for this Lorenzo Demario", I said looking him dead in the eye. I freed myself from his grip around my wrist and hoisted her up.