Novel & Cerita Nashatra Forsaken

The girl who came into view as I rounded the corner was unmistakably Haven, the same fiery spirit I remembered, with her wild red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of flames, and her deep green eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. But it was her essence that shocked me to my core. The Haven I knew was a Necromancer, a wielder of dark magic. Yet, in this dreamwalk, she was something entirely different. She was a Forsaken, a being of shadow and darkness, forged from the very essence of the underworld. The Forsaken, an ancient and revered clan of old, were said to possess the extraordinary ability to wield absolute control over the four elements: earth, air, fire, and water. The

We rolled across the wet floor, smashing through more tanks. Liora’s voice reached me, weak but fierce. “Kade, I love you, you stubborn wolf. Finish this.” The facility shook again. This time the roar that followed wasn’t mechanical. It was the Forsaken. Hundreds of blood-red eyes appeared in the corridors behind us. The leader of the Forsaken stepped through the broken wall, smiling with too many fangs. “Michelle’s toys have failed,” it announced. “The debt will be paid in full tonight, starting with you, Kade Thorn.”

********************* "Sweet," Lucian purrs as he spreads my legs wide and leans in to press kisses to my inner thighs, making me whimper. "Every inch of you is so sweet, I can't get enough." When I feel Lucian's canines follow after his tongue as he makes his way up to my center, I cry out shamelessly and cover my face with a pillow to cage in my lust. Lucian doesn't let me silence my sounds for long; soon snatching the pillow away, he tosses it to the floor with a warning growl. I feel fresh waves of slick dripping from my entrance as I watch Lucian spread me open once more and lick between my legs, teasing across my clit for a brief moment. "I love your spots," Lucian whisp

Aditi ****** The night of the party I had slept in another room as being with Vidyut didn't seem right. I had assorted reasons for it. The secret shared by Linda, Vidyut's abhorrent comportment, and lastly, me being sexually involved with another man, giving him immense power over my body and my soul.

Only silence. Until he spoke words that stripped me bare, leaving me standing in ruins. “You were never my choice, Emily. You were a mistake forced on me. And I’ll never forgive you for it.” The room tilted. My knees weakened. My chest tightened until I couldn’t breathe. A mistake. That was all I was to him. Three years of waiting, three years of trying, three years of sacrificing every piece of myself to a man who only ever wanted someone else—dismissed in a single sentence.

Nightstalkers slowly emerged from the shadows, surrounding the clearing, their glowing eyes fixed on me. Then he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Aria’s waist, pulling her close. “No!” I shouted, rage exploding inside me. “Don’t you dare touch her!” A cruel smile spread across his face. “It’s too late,” he said calmly. “She’s already mine.” My heart dropped. “Meet Valcira,” he continued, his voice full of twisted pride. “The queen of the nightstalkers.” Before I could react— He tilted her chin up. And kissed her.

A creature born of sacrifice and betrayal, stitched together with stolen power and godblood. She saw it in flashes, visions that haunted her mind even now: Wings vast enough to eclipse the moon. Eyes like pits of endless night. A mouth that spoke in a thousand voices at once, promising damnation. Nyros was no longer just a threat. He was the end of everything she loved. And she was the tether. The only piece he needed to complete his dominion.

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

Her veins expanded and becoming more visible on her forehead as she spoke with force and strength, as though she hadn't been bedridden for the past two days. “Yes, Aunt Nyx!” Vtrisha cheered, making the whole gathering burst into laughter. "That's my babyy!” Nyx smiled as she clapped. Nyx was totally impressed and stunned. _____________ “I have to go by the normal way. I need to get my son from that bastard!" Annatoria said to Asher, as soon as they got into the car. “How will you do that?” He asked her, starting the car. "Normally, a banished person cannot return to the pack but since I've gotten power, I can return once it completes 4 years" Annatoria said, her gaze fixed on Asher as she t

The kind of blinding that could rip a mate bond apart or twist it until Enzo looked at Nina with nothing but disgust and looked at me with pure unbreakable obsession. There was only one person who could help me now Celeste. Who was rumored to have been exiled before I was born, the witch who lived in the forbidden swamps beyond our northern border, in neutral territory no respectable wolf would dare enter after dark. I’d heard the whispered stories for years as a kid, she had been cast out of her coven for practicing necromancy. They said she could make a man forget his own mate with a single drop of blood. They said her price was always steep, something personal but tonight I was willing to