Nightshade Forsaken Novels & Stories

Axel’s jaw tightened, his own wolf’s gold dancing in his eyes. “I get it. The bond’s a bitch, it’s got you twisted up worse than a rogue’s fever dream. But we hit him smart. I’ve got scouts on the borders already, tracing any Shadowfang scents. And that servant you grabbed earlier? She’s in the cells now, spilling her guts. Said she saw a shadow in the garden, smelled like nightshade and deceit. Killian’s mark.” Nightshade. The poison he favored, the one that lingered on Teja’s – Evelyn’s – body even then. My stomach twisted again, bile rising. My wolf steered, angry. Goddess… what fresh hell is the bastard planning for me now.

Dante lurked at the door, way too intimidating for anyone considering a walk past. Mostly, it was all gowns and fancy perfumes and that kind of useless nonsense, until I dug under her old velvet robe and, jackpot a little glass vial, with weird streaks inside that made my skin crawl. I held it up. My hands were shaking, but I tried to hide it. “Found it.” Dante leaned in, sniffed. His face went stony. “Nightshade.” Damn. Nothing casual about nightshade, stomach cramps, weakness, slow death… and all on purpose?

Damon weakly responded. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Theron added. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Damon echoed. "I reject her as my mate." "I reject..." "Say it, Damon! I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" Mr. Theron repeated the phrase three times, and Damon dutifully responded, parroting everything Mr. Theron had said. Immediately following the rejection, Damon's head fell backward as he lost consciousness. Simultaneously, a loud cry resonated from beyond the library walls, causing Theron and King Talos to exchange glances.

“Those who will harm you and still mourn with you. They are called enemies that pretend to be friends. They are dangerous yet look calm. In this kind of human’s stomach are dark saliva that they hide to split the pure ones…” “Have you heard of a proverb that says… the nose is wicked because it doesn’t permit us to smell the dangerous one?” Since the question didn’t require an answer, Cohen proceeded. “Bastian, dangerous people don’t plaster it on their forehead, but there’s always a hint to fish them out. Even if it’s just a tiny one.” “A hint?!” Bastian furrowed his face, confused. Cohen nodded. “Yes,” he responded. “A single person is behind the business’s calamity and Patricia’s abduction

“The day you made me love you.” His eyes shut, a single tear cutting through the grime on his face. For a long moment, neither moved—the world around them silent except for the haunting hum of the moonlight. Then the ground trembled. From the shadows beyond the ridge, figures emerged—twisted, hulking creatures with glowing amber eyes and claws that glistened like wet steel. The Cursed Ones. The remnants of the ancient war between Nightshade and Bloodthorn, souls corrupted by the same magic now coursing through Cole’s veins.

“If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.” Their howls ripple through the trees — fierce, uncontained. “Tonight, we do not stand for vengeance alone,” I shout above them. “We stand to restore balance. The moon chose us — not for peace, but for reckoning.” The air thickens, heavy with spirit. “So when your claws find their mark, remember you are not striking from hate. You are striking from truth. You are the howl that rose from silence. And when dawn comes, the world will remember what the night dared to hide.”

Reya’s POV Moonlight shattered on the frozen ground—the ice littered with skeletal paws of undead wolves. They’d fallen once, but Dante’s necromantic blood magic had clawed them back, twisted them into forsaken revenants. Their eyes glowed obsidian, lifeless yet aware. They waited. For me. “Stand firm!” Alpha Tristan roared, steel singing in the air. Beside him, Sebastian spun, warding runes flickering from his silvered sword.

"Martin Fallow. He's the one who planned it. And he doesn't know we're here." Esther's pulse slowed, her mind sharpening. For four years, she had imagined this moment-how she would look into the eyes of the man who thought he could ruin her and walk away untouched. Tonight, he'd learn just how wrong he was. Beside her, Evander's jaw tightened. He remembered that man-five years ago, Martin Fallow had been the one to hand him a drink. Drugged. And by the next morning, when Evander tried to find him, he had vanished as if he'd never existed.

As I pull at the darkness, the shocks intensify, but they actually get more pleasurable. I don’t understand, I can feel Athena now, faint, but excited. I forget about focusing on the pull, and focus on the pleasure instead. The shocks ease the soreness, fill me with warmth. I relax, letting my hands trail down his arm, before he lifts my head up and slams it into the floor. I hear a sickening crack, and everything goes black. I dream of a black ops team, sliding through a portal, into a cavern that does not trigger the warning system for King Lobo’s territory. I dream that Kira and Vashti, two high ranking officers, breach the well system for the territory. It leads everywhere, every home an

All I can do is pray silently that the nightmare will end as soon as possible. "First things first, Alpha Amon. We didn't come here to answer your questions. We're here to hear answers to our questions, straight from the source." The Elder sets down his glass and glares at me. "You have my full attention, Elder Mercury." "Two days ago, we received a report claiming that an Obsidian lives in this area. It calmed that the Obsidian isn't a part of this pack. Is that true? We assume that you, as the Alpha, would know." My gaze shifts to the voice I haven't heard before. Sitting in place of the old Nightcrawler is his son. I guess the old fart finally died.