Nashatra Forsaken Novels & Stories

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.’

The curses, the fire burning down the throat, the pain I felt and the bloodcurdling scream that left my lips. I remembered it all clearly like it happened yesterday. “Neha gor really angry at Nafira, so she burned up her well of magic. Forced her flames down her throat and quenched her well. She knew rhat the one thing her sister loved the most was her magic, and so she think it away from her. And what did she do after that? Since Neha was married to the very powerful king, she had more authority than than Nafira did and she was able to banish Nafira out of their lands and into a foreign one. Nafira had no choice but to leave.”

“Neither did I.” Before Aiden could respond, James returned, holding an old, tattered book. “I found something,” he said, his voice urgent. “There’s a section here about the ‘sacred marks.’ It says they appear when an ancient bond is disturbed, usually a bond that was never meant to be broken.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. James’s eyes darted between Aiden and me, his expression grim. “It means the rejection didn’t sever the bond. It only made it stronger.”

But no more! “I, Jayden Esperanza Whitaker La Gualias, alpha princess of La Gualias clan,” I started, “reject you, Avinash Singh Randhawa, alpha prince of Shakti clan –” “Noooo….” Jared blanched. “No,” Devi whispered in shock. But Nash just stared at me. “As my –” but before I could finish, Nash was over to me in such speed that he literally rammed into me. He pressed his palm on my mouth and shoved me into the wall.

“She has dishonored her bloodline. Betrayed her own. She has conceived a child with our enemy—the one who has spilled our pack’s blood without mercy.” He didn’t look at me as he said it. Not once. “From this day forth,” he continued, voice cold as steel, “she is no longer under this pack’s protection. Her name, her title, and her right to call herself Moonbane… are stripped.” The world stopped. Stripped of everything. My name. My place. My worth. A sob tore at my throat, but I held it in… barely. Aunt Ysara stood to the side, her arms folded, face a blank mask carved from ice. I met her eyes once. She didn’t flinch.

All that was left was a hollow emptiness and a single, looping question. "Why did this happen again?" “If I get another chance, I’ll change everything,” she remembered the memory of her own vow echoing in her mind. She had avoided Damien. She had avoided Sebastian. She chose a different man, a man she thought was different. But the result was the same. Betrayal. Abandonment. And he also ended up with Jane. "Is it my fate? she wondered. Am I just destined to be forsaken, no matter what I do?"

Damon's POV) My jaw tightened as I stood in my study, staring at the untouched bourbon on my desk, hoping it would erase the memories. Outside, the moon hung low, casting a pale light over the courtyard, where Isabel had once danced barefoot beneath the stars before I pushed her into the shadows. I hated myself for it, but I despise the idea of her belonging to someone else. The image of her tangled in Blake's arms lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. Her skin was bare, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in soft surrender as she lay against him, leaving a haunting image. None of it fit. None of it made sense. She rarely spoke to him and never gave him a smile, let alone a glance worth

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

"How does a bastard born from a whore deserve to be my son?" Then, he turned to Francis and Bella, roaring, "Your beloved 'socialite' daughter got knocked up by some other man! Her baby is the bastard!" Glaring at the couple, he continued, "And the one you drove to its death was the true heir of the Hurst bloodline! Helen was pregnant with my son! My heir!" Silence fell over the room. Only the crying of the newborn child broke it. Francis' and Bella's faces turned a deathly white.

He subconsciously put down the machine gun on his shoulder, then stared directly at Esther and said word by word, “Marry me. With your skills, the two of us ruling North America wouldn’t be a problem!” “Who the hell wants to rule North America with you? We’re not the same kind of people!” Esther suddenly drew her gun and pointed it at the man opposite her. “Alejandro, one last question: Where’s the child? I’ll count to three, if you don’t tell me, I’ll burn down your base and make you the laughingstock of Mexico!” “Zzzz, even your threats are so good-looking. No wonder you really are the ‘Flower of the Underworld’ back then!”