Nashatra Forsaken Novels & Stories

“And I’ll expose Perfera for what she is. Not just a liar… but a descendant of the curse itself.” Ignatius stepped beside her, close enough to feel the tremble in her breath. “You’ll have to descend into the catacombs of Shathr’kai. That tomb swallowed entire bloodlines. Vosvak’s journals, his seals, the last of the forbidden rites… they all rest down there. You go there, and the pack may not let you return.” “I did once,” Krishna answered, her voice steel and fire. The forest moaned as the wind clawed through the trees. Somewhere far off, a monstrous howl shuddered through the night — closer than before.

[[ Clara's Pov ]] I saw the glimmer of hope crashing down behind the layer of his eyes. I felt the same too. Not because I pleaded guilty, but because I was sorry for my sister. She was an angel to me even though I had doubts about whether she thought the same of me or not. I saw his statue-like posture from afar. Perhaps he needed a few moments to return to his aloof mood. So I gave him enough space to calm down. My mind wandered on their previous

Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once. It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House of Thorne to the underground city of Hayden. Beneath the rainbow and sunshine and courtesy of the Hayden Kingdom, lies a more savage and vulgar city. Introduced to the dark alleys of Haden by Lisa, Natasha spent her nights from one nightclub to the farthest orgy and the nearest scandalous illegal events. The one the night before was particularly quiet, as she may or may not have made out with Lisa’s mate. Hence, probably, she had g

“There’s an ancient rite. Forbidden, but not lost. It allows one mage to tether the soul of another. It’s not possession. It’s a bond—deep, raw, permanent. Dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” Maxwell asked. “If Lena loses herself, I could pull her back,” Nima said. “But if she falls too far... she could drag me with her.” I stepped forward. “I won’t let that happen.” Nima’s eyes didn’t waver. “You won’t be able to stop it if it does.” The wind screamed suddenly, sharp and low, like a warning. Far on the horizon, pillars of dark light began to rise. The ground quaked beneath us. The seal was almost gone.

“He never loved me!” She shook her head and lowered her voice. “Cohen is a liar.” “He loves you, but loses his guards. He allowed a stranger to get between you and ruined your relationship,” Bastian made a point. “Anna is to be blamed not him,” Bastian put his palms together and runned them. “Please, Patricia. Forgive him. Give him a second chance and fight against all odds together.” “Bastian, if I forgive him and come back together, what will the world think of me?” She let out her worry.

He was about to strike and through our bond I could feel just how afraid he was, because the forsaken was lowering his hand to claw at Tristan’s neck. “Mommy!” his painful scream tore at my heart and froze me, everything moving in slow motion from there on. The once blue red-ish sky that was signifying the start of a new day suddenly turned dark. There was thunder and lightning all over the sky and the ground beneath us shook. I could feel and taste the power that was all around us. A streak of light appeared behind the forsaken just before his head was torn clean from his shoulders, revealing a woman with obsidian eyes who immediately turned her back to us as she surveyed the creatures.

"She's a tool, nothing more. Darius sold her to me, and she will serve her purpose. That is all there is to it." Aric nodded, but the doubt clinging to his eyes was crystal clear. "What happens when she has served her purpose? When you have broken her?" I turned back to the window, my hands on the sill. "Then, she is discarded. Like everyone else. The hours melted and merged, until the first light of dawn struggled through the veil of dark. It was today-her wedding day.

“And now you are actually leaving her alone with a man? You're going against an Alpha's natural nature of being obsessive, huh?” Rohan snort. “What man? He's a human and a grandpa, at that. If there's anything I need to worry about, it's the old man who didn't trigger her wrong. “My guess was not wrong. You found your mate but she is a Southerner. So she is the reason why Faresh kept hitting the back of his neck as you always disappeared. Who is she by the way?” Rohan narrowed his eyes as he pulled the corners of his lips into a grin. “Does it matter? Just be happy. You and the Moon Shone people will get a Luna. A great Luna…at that.”

He didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned closer. My breathe caught. “Aisha Manchester,” he murmured, lifting my chin so I had no choice but to meet his gaze, “fate brought you back to pay for your sins.” My heart thundered. “And you will pay.” “Will you push me in front of an oncoming train?” I asked, trying to hide my fear. He chuckled, dark and low, as his hand slid down my waist. “I have better ways.” His hand shot out instantly, gripping my waist and holding me in place.

Aveline whispered, her voice trembling, "she's... me?" The third Antiquated One gestured, his form glinting like flares within the wind. "She is your predecessor, Aveline, the primary Luna to bear the blessing of the Whispering Woods. Her bloodline carries a special association to the enchantment of this timberland, a control that has been passed down through eras, coming full circle in you and your children."