Novel & Cerita Saga Of The Forgotten Warrior Book 5

If Zoe was his daughter— Then the world he’d built—one of steel, control, legacy—was about to be torn open by a secret with dimples and a purple backpack. He looked back at the photo one last time. And for the first time in years, Dimitri Volkov didn’t know what the hell to do next.

It was a history book; The History of Akira Pack, she rolled her eyes at how obvious the title was, and she was about to get comfy and dive into the book, then she recalled Gwen’s words and her eyes narrowed. Gwen talked about A book, not the books. Her eyes darted back to the pile of books, and she scooped them up and dumped on the bed, then began going through them. 7 out of the 8 books had very generic titles and looked to be recently written and published, but one of the books that was buried in the middle of the pile; that caught Kiara’s attention and she grabbed it. The Forgotten History by Alpha Kratos, undoubtedly one of the older Alphas that ruled the pack once, the book looked to b

I lost count of how many times I came undone beneath him, how many times his name tore from my throat like a prayer. By the last round, I was shaking, oversensitive, every thrust sending sharp sparks of too-much through me. My thighs burned, my core ached, but I still arched into him, greedy for the way he filled me, claimed me. When he finally spilled inside me one final time, a low, broken groan rumbling from his chest, I collapsed against the sheets, boneless and wrecked

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

“Thirty riders tested our border tonight. My father’s oldest ally just knelt in a council room and swore his house to a war he swore he’d never touch. You want to argue that nothing's bleeding?” The words died in my throat. “There’s more.” He tilted the book so I could see better, one finger pressed under a line further down. “It says she doesn’t remember what she was before, not at first. Says the memories come back in pieces, usually too late to matter.” My chest went tight. “I don’t remember dying. I’ve never remembered dying.” “I know.” “I have a scar I can’t explain and eyes that turn a color no one in this kingdom has ever seen, and a book that’s supposedly older than the packs themsel

“Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork of my simple life, be all that you hope for, but I believe you may be in for disappointment. My life was

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.

“Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.” “She’s not a possession, she’s a person.” Disapproval saturates his tone. “A vulnerable person who trusts you.” Trust. The word sits heavy between us like an unwelcome guest. Through the doorway, I watch Aleta toss and turn in her sleep, and something uncomfortable takes root in my stomach. “Nico made his choice five years ago,” I continue, returning to the fabricated documents. “Every decision has consequences.” “What happens when her memory returns?” My hands still on the keyboard once ag

Noah nodded. Much before. A shadow appeared in the distance. Then another. Then thousands. Cassian drew his sword. Who are they? Noah whispered: The Forgotten. I frowned. Who are the Forgotten? Noah looked at me. The things that existed before existence. My blood ran cold. How many? Noah stared toward the horizon. Too many to count. The Beginning's smile disappeared. The End raised her weapon. The final war wasn't over. It had only reached its true beginning.

“No matter how exhausting or overwhelming things become, you never stop fighting for what matters most.” We stood together for a moment, drawing strength from each other’s presence before returning to the ongoing work awaiting us throughout the pack hall. As we walked back toward the main gathering, my phone buzzed unexpectedly in my pocket, and I felt my stomach clench with familiar dread as I checked the screen, uncertain what fresh complication might await us now. The message came from an unfamiliar number, though something about its brief, cryptic content sent ice flooding through my veins the moment I read it. Your grandmother’s book contains only half the truth, Sage. The other half re