Nashatra Forsaken Novels & Stories

The astral plane stretched endlessly around Iris like a swirling sea of light and shadow. Here, reality and illusion merged, creating a disorienting battlefield where her mind, heart, and soul were laid bare. She floated, weightless yet burdened by a crushing presence, as two other figures materialized before her—Nadra, her corrupted soul fragment, and Lyra, possessed by the Shadow God Vaelor.

He smiled as he watched her. “What happened?” Daniel asked. “She met your brother.” “What does Wyatt have to do with anything?” “He is the Forgiven Nephilim, and you are the Forsaken one. That is why your wings are as black as demons are when you were born a human. Daniel, you are Nephilim.” Azazel repeated. Daniel’s mouth opened in shock. He had been following what Azazel was saying up until that point. It was as if his brain scrambled. “Your Father was Gabriel the Archangel.”

The air swells with power. My mother speaks not as Luna now, but as the last voice before I rise. When she bows her head, I feel the weight of her reign pass through the soil beneath us. She does not just step aside. She lets go, and in doing so, gives me everything. “Let it be known,” She says as she bows her head to me, along with my father. “Atlas Stryker, son of Black River, is Alpha. Not only by blood... but by fire, by spirit, and by bond.”

I had returned to the heart of Silverwood in a desperate bid to uncover anything that could explain Morrigan’s connection to the prophecy and her vendetta against me. The scroll’s brittle edges threatened to crumble under the pressure of my grip, but I forced myself to focus, to breathe, as I unrolled the fragile document. The language was archaic, the symbols twisted and foreign, but I recognized enough of the ancient dialect to decipher its meaning. What I read chilled me to the bone. The Blood of the Forsaken shall sow discord, and the Heart of Silverwood shall tremble. The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death.

I hate having us covering our claiming marks, but soon enough we won’t have to. “How did I get so lucky to have you as my mate? I’m a rogue slave and looked at as forsaken by the moon goddess.” Nadia’s voice is quiet. “I don’t believe rogues are forsaken by the moon goddess. The only way someone is forsaken by her is if they break her laws.” I reply. “Like someone rejecting their fated mate?” “Yes, like that. Now, we should eat lunch and get back to work before I get tempted to fuck you over my desk.”

“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…”

Natacha is carrying his child. She lays Faris’s head in her lap and sobs loudly. “Who did this?” She demands to know. “He… he sacrificed himself for me,” I say as I bend down next to her. “Get away from her,” Osiris growls. “She is a traitor.” “Osiris,” I hiss at him. “Can’t you see she is pregnant? She just lost her mate.” Osiris opens his mouth to say something, but then he clamps it shut. He looks Natacha over, and the realization hits him. He steps back and lets Natacha mourn the loss of her mate.

I'd heard this song before, just with different lyrics. My chest tightened as familiar feelings of powerlessness crept in. Different faces, different reasons, but the same result. They wanted to control my life and dress it up as protection. "Who did you have in mind?" I managed to ask. Elder Thane's eyes lit up with satisfaction. "Alpha Kieran Blackwater of the Northern Territories." The name hit me like a slap. Even in my old life I'd heard stories about Kieran Blackwater. Ruthless in battle, cold as winter, and about as warm as a glacier. They wanted to bind me to him?

Lady Marilyn Rusè Gattar/ Queen Lyn: A barren woman who journeyed to Nayak because of an oath her mother made to the goddess. Blessed by Natalí to be the true but has so many challenges preventing her from becoming the queen. King Treven Niamh: The king of Nayak, blessed by the deity Nati with strength and the power to communicate with hornets and control them. He has been searching for his true queen secretly. Lady Meisi: The first consort of the king, She believed only she deserved to be the true queen.

The barrier shimmered and dissipated, granting them passage into the heart of the Forbidden Nexus. What they beheld was a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The Forbidden Nexus stood as a towering monolith, its twisted spires reaching into the darkened sky. Eerie tendrils of shadow snaked around its structure, pulsating with malevolent energy that seemed to seep into the very fabric of their beings. Jaxon's eyes narrowed, his determination resolute. He knew that within those ominous walls lay the answer to their shattered bond and the means to restore Luna's light. But as they entered the Forbidden Nexus, the air thickened with palpable darkness that threatened to consume them.