Nightshade Forsaken Novels & Stories

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.

It helps enough to let my guard down and allow the woman to gently take my hand. Her white eyes close, and she frowns, shaking her head. “It’s as you suspected, Alpha,” Elder Raimey sighs, turning toward Christobel. “The same dark magic used to separate Alpha Reeve and Beta Nemora was used here.” A deep growl reverberates in Rafe’s chest, echoed by Thane, who’s pacing around like a caged animal waiting for an opportunity and a target to strike. “That witch is still out there!” Thane snarls. “I knew I should have kept hunting until her head was on a spike.”

“I told you not to fight him. Now you know why. You learned it the hard way.” Jax didn’t answer, but his body shook violently as something within him was changing. After that, a dark fire covered his whole body, making him scream in pain. My father tried to hold him, but the fire burned his hand and pushed him twenty feet away. Jax stood up from the wet grass, holding his head in agony. I watched him as he transformed into a more horrendous being. The muscle in his body grew bigger and the skin color turned black. The dark fire moved and stayed on his head. In his forehead, a bloodshot eye appeared.

Sophia's ashes spilled onto the floor the next instant. I was shaking all over in rage. I threw my arm back and slapped Caleb hard across the face. "Caleb, you bastard! How could you break the urn containing your mom's ashes? Are you not afraid of divine punishment?" Caleb was in a daze after receiving that slap. He snapped out of it a few seconds later and yelled at me furiously, "Esther Lloyd, how dare you hit me? You lunatic!"

“He must be thirsting for so much blood for being away from his clan for so long.” “So he came here to feed?” Violet asked. “Not just that, I’m not so sure, but I think he’s here for vengeance.” “For what? He’s a rogue. What is he avenging?” “Geez, Valerie, you’re so outdated. He’s not a rogue because he got banished from his clan, it’s because he’s a survivor from the attack on his clan.” He paused, making my heart skip a beat as I was slowly getting the idea of where this was leading to. Atlas stared at them one by one like he was about to reveal something big. “He was a member of The Night Exiles clan, the one that was supposedly wiped out three years ago.”

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

That was a mistake on my part because somehow, I had forgotten that she had the Lycan gene within her. I had no choice but to dismantle my back seat again and pull out her body from underneath the foam and leather. Her scent was still concealed from the potion I got from Nicola… the same one that helped me sneak into the palace without getting caught. Of course, since I wasn’t invisible, it was still difficult, but years of war had taught me how to sneak around my enemies and get whatever I wanted. And this time, it was Celeste… my daughter. “You knocked out your own daughter with drugs, abducted her, and buried her in a suffocating—"

“I will find the antidote. I swear on everything I have left. I will search every corner of this Earth, every shadow.” “You won’t find it…” Her voice was nearly a whisper now, soaked in despair. “You can’t. The Deadly Nightshade… it’s not just any poison. Whoever created it made sure its antidote is derived from the poison itself. It’s cursed science. It’s art. It’s madness.” “Marshall’s father made it. There were four doses — one for each mafia family. One is lost. One is with mine. The Santinis gave theirs to my father. And the last… is with the Fernandezes,” Francesco said, eyes narrowed in thought.

Kenny fought through three of Nightshade's guards, his Royal battle leathers splattered with blood, but his eyes burning with purpose as he closed the distance. "The firstborn approaches," the First hissed, its voice like stone grinding against stone. "Nightshade, the blood ritual! NOW!" Nightshade plunged an obsidian dagger into her palm, letting her ancient blood drip onto the altar. The effect was immediate, the vortex expanding, the First pushing further into our world as the eclipse overhead moved ever closer to totality.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....