Nashatra Forsaken Novels & Stories

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

There she met Brant Hansen, who loved her beauty and promised her a better life. But she wasn’t born with any status and little to no ancestral power, she was unable to become his first wife, or it would bring shame to the Omega title and Hansen name. He promised her the position of his second wife, but that was quickly snatched away by Lady Helda, the daughter of a Beta family from another smaller tribe, brought into the family as an arranged marriage. She was said to have a high count of ancestral power within her and her family’s bloodline, the Raseri pack was sure she would be a candidate for their Luna.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

You choose to discard me as though I never counted. His face contorted. Lora, I had no idea you were expecting. I did not— I said that would not have altered anything. Would it? He glanced down, and that was all the response I required. Revan moved ahead. "You heard her." Go now. Jordan's hands tightened into fists. She remains in my pack. "Not any more," I said, quietly and steadily. I refuse you, Jordan Ashfall. My Alpha. As my partner. In any capacity.

And I give him a piece of mine. The magic isn’t gentle. It rips through me, tearing something essential loose. It’s not a spell. Not a ritual. It’s instinct—Luna-born and blood-bound. A transfer. A sacrifice. A choice. Pain floods every nerve. My spine arches as Nyx roars, her essence lacing into the bond and pushing it back together—thread by thread, breath by breath. My vision flickers. My limbs seize. I feel my life force split, some of it burning into Maxwell, some of it bleeding into the earth.

"I gave you five years. I loved you." "And I never asked you to," he snapped, turning to face her. "I told you from the start what this was. If you chose to build a fantasy in your head, that’s your failure, not mine. I needed a Luna to stabilize the pack. You were the most suitable candidate at the time. Now, the situation has changed." "Because she’s back?" "Because she is my mate," Kashton said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low frequency. "The real one. The one the Moon promised me. You were a consolation prize, Nora. And the game is over."

“She wrote it once. Just once. ‘If Nytheras stirs, the moon’s light will falter.’ I never knew what it meant.” Grayson frowned. “Is it a creature?” I turned the page. There were drawings—vague outlines of something massive, its form shifting between wolf, shadow, and something serpentine. The script beneath was jagged and rushed, as if the scribe had written it in panic. Nytheras, the Forgotten. The Wolf Before the First Moon. The One Who Devours Spirits. I read aloud as my voice trembled. “Bound beneath the Black Gorge. Fed by blood. Summoned by betrayal and vengeance. Immune to claw or fang. Can only be silenced by the Moon’s Flame.”

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.

Thank Goddess for not letting my voice waver. The door opened, showing Nash’s dishevelment state. His hair was messy; his clothes weren’t worn properly, showing his chest, which was marred with kiss marks. This wasn’t the first, but the pain doubled even more. Natalie emerged behind him. She only wore a maroon robe. My robe. Her slender neck tilted to the right, showing me the love bites from Nash. ‘Goddess, why are you doing this to me? I’d rather live without mate than suffer like this.’

"Nerissa is the current carrier but the item predates her. It predates her mother,it predates everyone currently alive who has an opinion about its ownership. What matters is what it does and who understands what it does well enough to use it correctly." "And that's you?" I scoffed. "That's me," she said. I looked at her, the woman I had been going to make Luna of Red Claw Pack. Three years of positioning and six months of correspondence and an Ashmoor alliance contract signed in a hunting shelter. "Nerissa is in Veil Forest," I said. Something moved in Calista's expression. "Caden Voss took her?" she said. "Or the Rogue King," I said. "Zayden went north into the forest after a trail. He has