Nightshade Forsaken Novels & Stories

Damon is present. I went cold. I felt a chill creep down my back. "Damon?" He gave a desperate nod. The Alpha Who Was Forsaken. Killian's sibling. He demanded that you come to Silver Dawn. My breath caught. The stories about him were nothing short of nightmares. A rogue so formidable, entire packs had fallen beneath his wrath. A ghost that killed without warning, without mercy. And now… he wanted me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “What does he want?”

“I am here because you have crossed into the Forbidden Territory—a place reserved for those who carry the burden of leadership. And because you carry the blood of the pack, the spirits have not turned you away.” Aveline felt a shiver run down her spine. “We didn’t mean to intrude,” she said, her voice steady despite her fear. “We’re trying to return to Whispering Woods.” Alaric’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. “The path you seek is fraught with peril,” he warned, his voice echoing with a deep, ancient sorrow. “Darkness grows within the heart of the pack—a darkness that seeks to consume all that remains of what was once pure.”

She wasn’t supposed to matter, and yet, she had begun to infiltrate his thoughts, slipping past the defenses he had spent years fortifying. The crescent mark on her neck haunted him more than he cared to admit. He had seen it clearly tonight, and something about it had felt familiar, almost ancient, as though it carried a story yet to be uncovered. Why had she been marked? What secrets did it hold? And why did he feel as though its meaning was somehow tied to him? Damian clenched his fists, frustrated with the questions swirling in his mind. Only the Moon God dess had answers to these questions since Selene felt like a twisted game.

"Then so be it. I will not be their pawn, though. Not yours, not Revan's, not the Council's. Revan's jaw tightened. Then he nodded slowly. We then battle alongside you. The courtyard was pandemonium. Shadows danced in unnatural ways, stone walls were licked by flames, and council guards shouted. A tall man came forward. Though his face was obscured, his voice sent shivers down my spine. Lora from the Black Moon. I stayed still. Who wants to know? "I am Nightbane. Herald of the Void. And I have come for your child." Revan stepped forward. "You’ll have to go through me." "Gladly." Darkborn soldiers moved forward. Revan and Jordan plunged into the battle. Claws, fangs, flames.

"Lying? Then let's do a DNA test if you dare, you filthy slut." He pointed a shaking finger at them all, his voice dropping to a quiet echo of damnation. "Helen's child was to carry the Hurst bloodline! You killed my child!" With that, he grabbed a vase from the table and hurled it in their direction. Chaos erupted in the hall as screams, shouts, and cries flew in every direction. Francis and Bella clutched the shrieking Kate and the crying newborn, fleeing in panic. Maria and Darius, faces dark with dread, stumbled out behind them.

I reach the back slope just in time to see her draw her blade. She stands alone. Legs trembling. Eyes locked on Enzo. He smiles at her like she’s prey. And I know what he’s about to do before he even raises the sword. I hurl myself between them. The blade slices into me with a sound I’ll never forget—like cloth tearing underwater. It pierces through flesh, through bone, into something deeper. Something sacred. I collapse, but not from pain. From disconnection. My wolf howls in my skull, a sound of betrayal. The blade was cursed—dark-magic forged. Designed not just to kill.

"Brave. Stupid, but brave. I'm Lydia, by the way. I run the coven on the east side. If you need help with... anything supernatural... my door's open. We protect our own in this town." "I'm not part of a coven." "No, but you're pack-less and vulnerable. That makes you ours by default. Pinehaven looks out for refugees." She handed me the apple. "Free advice? Whatever he offers you, the price is higher than you think. Silverbloods don't give anything without taking something in return." She left me holding an apple I didn't want and questions I couldn't answer. The days blurred together. I fell into a rhythm with Ezra, making our tiny apartment feel like home. I avoided Margaret's texts, ignore

The rouge went to attack her when a dark chocolate wolf lunged at the rouge knocking him to the ground. -“My Luna, what have they done?”- Jonathan Mind-linked to her. She let out a pained whimper as she stood -“They have begun a war….for which….they will…die”- She mind linked back as she felt the effects of the nightshade taking over. -“I…will die…Jonathan….I am going…to do my best to live…but it was nightshade and wolfsbane…the wolfsbane I can fight since I was tortured with it many times…but the nightshade…I feel it taking affect….."-

K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others. Mr Tibe was a man — maybe an entity with how hard it was to lay eyes on him — who sold everything illegal, with roots of power embedded so deep in the state, his empire might still be standing after I’d take him down. But that's okay, if I have to cut down every fucking branch myself, then that's what I'll do. I'd already lost someone to that, and while I didn't have any more siblings, I had a mom. And she had friends that had siblings.

sort of way, then turned to me. "I'll give you a hint... The answer is somewhere stem down." I repeated the hint in my head a few times before I noticed it. He was right! The passage mentioned something about the roots, which brought my attention to the nightshade and ginger plants the question referred to, knowing that I was able to quickly answer the last three questions. "Got it, thanks!" I twisted to face him. "No problem." He made full eye contact with me when he said it, but when he caught Brandon's gaze, a smirk tugged at his lips as he silently scoffed and returned to staring out the window.