Nashatra Forsaken Novels & Stories

After that, she throws the sword away and looks at Natalie, who is watching him. “Just so you know, this is what I really wanted to do for a long time,” Norwan said. Natalie ignores him, closes her eyes, and starts to pray to the Moon Goddess, who gives bounds to them. Norwan laughed a little before he began praying to the moon goddess; after a minute, Natalie opened her eyes and looked at Norwan. Her heart was tearing apart while looking at him, but she kept herself calm as she didn’t want to cry in front of him. Norwan finishes his prayers, and with that, the bond that connects the both of them vanishes, and a little mark on their neck is erased automatically, which means that the terminat

She shouted while holding my collars. "Mind your language Rose." Guilt was already eating me inside. "I won't. Can't you see what she is doing? She is snatching you from me. You said you want to get rid of her and yet you are caring for her. You left that club without informing me the other day for that bitch. Did you fall in love with that slut or what? I am telling you Daniel if you won't be mine, I won't let others be with you. You are mine and I have every right on you. Do you understand?"

“I don’t remember her having this same fondness for the gods.” “You’re right. She used to be affectionate before the gods started to turn against her. The Queen held absolute control of the heavenly court and ruled over the heavenly court with fairness. Of course, fairness held a different meaning to humans and so, they started to protest the Queen’s method of ruling after they ascended. Nataroth is the goddess of destiny and the mother of all things that live. She knows the past, present, and future of the world. So, when she made a prediction and ordered the gods to withdraw from human affairs, the gods decided to rebel.” “But Nataroth supposedly died when she failed to ascend.”

I glared at him like I wanted to tear him apart before I stormed away toward the dining table. * Kasit’s POV “You are so dead, man… Sophia—the girl you were hooking up with before Narat—is here in your home right now, and Narat’s aura is scary as hell. Hurry before you end up seeing a dead body in your home.” OH SHIT!!! Why now? What am I going to do? I really havent’t contacted any of the ladies I had fun with since Narat came to the picture. What do I do? Hold on a minute, why am I being worked out?

"If I’m so dangerous, if I’m the reason they are coming, throw me out. Let them have their Lilith and leave your pack in peace." Zayn turned, a dark, twisted smile playing on his lips. "And give up the only thing that has ever made me feel... different? No, Ariana. You belong to me. Whether as a mate, a curse breaker, or a breeder, you are mine. I would burn this entire kingdom to the ground before I let a ghost king or a coven of hags take what is in my grasp." A sudden draft swept through, despite the windows being shut tight. The candles flickered, their flames turning a strange, sickly violet before snapping back to orange.

"Ashton Vince, Alpha Heir. Do you take Loveth Ainsworth to be your bonded mate? To honour her, protect her, stand beside her through the trials and triumphs of life and leadership? To forsake all others, cleaving only unto her, until death parts the path?" The words hung in the air, heavy as lead. *Forsake all others.* The image slammed into him, unbidden, devastating: Novah, in that borrowed cottage bed, moonlight silvering her skin, her dark eyes wide and trusting, filled with a love so pure it had terrified him even as he drowned in it. Her scent – vanilla and warmth and *home* – a ghost memory that made the cloying flowers smell like decay. Her voice, trembling as she’d whispered her fee

Dim torches flickered along the walls, their orange glow casting jagged shapes across the iron bars that caged her, Natalie, the last Thresh Alpha, my key, my curse. Her frail form slumped against the back wall, her wrists bound in silver chains, her dark hair matted, her skin pale as ash. She’d been here for years, decades, her power bleeding out slowly, feeding our rituals, our endless chase for the Moon Goddess’s awakening. I clenched my fists, my nails biting my palms, frustration boiling hot in my chest.

, crying over the head of Blaine in his coldness form “We were just–he was supposed to–he promised me…” Alpha Harris couldn’t look away from Blaine’s face. So still. So pale. His eyes closed, as if he were sleeping off a bad night. But he knew better. “He’s gone,” Alpha Harris added“Oh, goddess… he’s gone.” And just like that, the last of Luna Astra strength gave out. She collapsed against the wall, her hand holding firm to Blaine’s cold body. Watching everything, I thought I was ready. I thought I’d already mourned the man I lost, back when our bond first started to crumble. But this... this was different. This was final.

In that stolen moment, there was only the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, a connection that defied reason and the boundaries of the living world. As he pulled away, the room grew colder, and I was left in a state of yearning and confusion. Hayden whispered words I couldn't quite grasp, promises and secrets that left me both exhilarated and bewildered. And then, as quickly as he had come, he faded into the shadows, leaving me alone in the darkness.

I whispered inside Carla. There had only ever been one white wolf in werewolf history. Carla. The realization hit me like a blow. “Carla,” I breathed. “Are you the legendary healer?” “Yes,” she answered through the mind link. “And you were never meant to be ordinary.” “Never meant to be ordinary?” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “Ordinary is far from it. I was forsaken.” “That is not true,” she said calmly. “The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.”