Nightshade Forsaken Novels & Stories

"This is the work of the Northern Covens. They don't just want to kill him; they want to torture him." He looked down at Nash, whose skin was rapidly becoming clammy and pale. The purple veins had reached his jawline now, branching out like a sinister web. "He's strong," Kai noted clinically. "Most shifters would be convulsing on the ground by now. The Alpha blood is fighting it, but it's a losing battle. Concentrated Nightshade is a neuro-paralytic. It targets the nervous system. First the extremities, then the lungs, finally the heart."

Elena stepped to the edge of the stage, her silver-tinted eyes locking onto the trembling, terrified face of Damon, who was still clawing at the gravel below, looking at his broken allies in complete, psychotic denial. "The false leaders have fallen," Elena announced, her voice carrying a supernatural authority that made every wolf in the valley bow their heads. She reached out, her fingers locking with Klaus’s large hand, the fated-mate bond exploding into a blinding, beautiful column of silver and gold light that illuminated the entire valley. "The Nightshade territory is no longer under a curse. It belongs to the High Lycan Vanguard." But before the Nightshade elders could throw themselve

Shadows shifted between the branches, moving carefully, deliberately. But the scent that hit him wasn’t an enemy’s. It was familiar. Kane slowly stood, his stance guarded, his fingers curling into fists. “Who’s there?” His voice was low, warning. For a moment, the shadows remained still. Then, a figure stepped forward, emerging from the darkness. Cloaked in black, their hood drawn low, they moved with an eerie, quiet confidence. Kane didn’t need to see their face to know. The energy, the presence—it was Forsaken.

Before I could answer his sarcastic remark, I felt two other presences stir. Fenrir, Colt’s wolf, and Odin, Draegan’s wolf. One by one, they emerged from the darkness of our minds, their massive forms taking shape around Raymond’s bed. Anubis appeared first, his midnight-black coat shimmering beneath the moonlight spilling through the windows, dark-gray stripe patterns running through his fur and catching the pale silver light. His blood-red eyes swept across the suite, sharp and alert as he took in every corner before finally settling on Raymond. The fierce intensity that usually burned behind his gaze softened as he approached the bed. He lowered his massive head, carefully gauging the spa

But it was the eyes; deep crimson and inhuman, that made her blood run cold. Ryker’s lip curled. “And who the hell are you?” The man smirked. “Call me Azrael. The Alpha of the Forsaken.” Selene stiffened, the name igniting memories of whispered legends; an alpha who had once ruled a brutal, exiled pack, known for bloodshed and madness. A pack thought long dead. “Impossible,” Selene scoffed. “The Forsaken were wiped out a century ago.” Azrael chuckled. “You of all people should know the dead rarely stay dead.” His gaze lingered on her, appraising and dark. “I came to see the queen who dethroned an Elder and bound the Moonborn. I expected...more.”

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

All that was left was a hollow emptiness and a single, looping question. "Why did this happen again?" “If I get another chance, I’ll change everything,” she remembered the memory of her own vow echoing in her mind. She had avoided Damien. She had avoided Sebastian. She chose a different man, a man she thought was different. But the result was the same. Betrayal. Abandonment. And he also ended up with Jane. "Is it my fate? she wondered. Am I just destined to be forsaken, no matter what I do?"

Darkness then swept forward, seizing me like a tidal wave. Unseen POV Isabel shifted in the cellar, her lips parting as if to speak, but the drug kept her still. Beyond the racks, an unseen presence lingered, silent and patient, watching and waiting. From the top of the stairs, the figure watched with a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Below, Blake Rasta teetered unsteadily, the pack’s infamous drunk, eyes wide and unfocused. A soft whisper floated down, urging him forward.

“Girls! Enough whispering. Selene, try to act like a proper Moonbane omega tonight. For once.” I turned and gave her my best polite nod. “Of course, Aunt Ysara.” She gave me a look like she didn’t believe me for one second before sweeping out of the room. Liora leaned in close, whispering like a little devil on my shoulder. “She didn’t say anything about sneaking wine.” I blinked. “Please tell me you didn’t.” She grinned and tapped her clutch. “A full flask. We’re going to survive this night.” The journey to the neutral lands—lush forest territory claimed by no pack—was filled with stiff silence, fake smiles, and the uncomfortable tension of trying not to breathe too loud next to people who’

He was laughing, laughing hard with one of his friends, moving like a man who had absolutely nothing wrong with him. “You have got to be kidding me,” I whispered, clenching my fists. All that planning, all that research… and the most I had done was give him a two second stomachache. **** I slammed the door to my room later, pacing the floor like I was a caged animal. “How the fuck!?” I yelled, grabbing my laptop and pulling up every single article I had saved. Nightshade is lethal to werewolves in sufficient quantity. Even a small dose will induce weakness. Over and over, the same claim.