Novel & Cerita Shedletsky Fanart Forsaken

Then she dropped its contents on the floor. Pictures. Me and Derek… together on the bed… half-naked. For a split second, I stood at the gates of hell. Hayden froze, his gaze locked on the pictures. Slowly, he released his grip on Valentina.

said Lydia as she joined on the seat on the balcony. It must have been past midnight. The night was still young. The moon was out, brighter, giving light to the stars. Even though the moon brightened the sky, I felt darkness hugging me. I felt like my heart was drowning. As I stared blankly at the sky, Lydia interrupted the moment, "I hope you don't mind talking about the horrible dream that got you up at this wee hour." As much as I wanted someone to be there for me, I didn't want to talk about anything or to anyone.

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.

Wesley’s POV Just as I had suspected, Valerie was the exact girl Tyler and father had been looking for. I had no idea how I was able to figure that out considering the fact she used her glamour to hide her face from every other person, but I was quite smart and could easily see beyond the facade. I went through those files and saw everything father had about her, I realized April’s real name was Arya but Valerie did not change hers. Quite risky for her, but I guess she thought the glamour was enough to keep them safe. Besides, Valerie was quite a popular name and since we have some hybrids living in the pack with us, it wouldn’t be easy to notice her.

Then, out of the dark, a dozen figures emerged. They weren't Council Enforcers. They weren't wearing silver armor or carrying runes. They were dressed in rags, their hair long and matted, their skin covered in old scars and dirt. Some of them were half-shifted, their ears pointed or their teeth elongated. They looked like ghosts, thin and hungry, their eyes glowing with a feral, yellow light. "Who are they?" Rowan whispered, shrinking back toward a tree. "The Forsaken," Killian said, his sword clearing the scabbard with a sharp ring. He didn't lower his guard. "The outcasts. The ones the Council kicked out for being 'imperfect.' I thought they were all dead."

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

The weavers’ hydra Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia surged, its threads weaving lies of cheating and disloyalty, while Lyssia, Veyra, and Jessica’s reflection fueled the forsaken star’s reckoning. Kade, Selene, Lucas, and Bryan bled and fought, their love the only shield against a stake higher than ever: the annihilation of all creation. The abyss roared, a crucible of shattering threads and blinding light, the eternal star’s pulse a final judgment demanding a sacrifice to save or doom everything.

I hadn't even gotten to call them Dad and Mom yet. I did see my foster parents again, however, when I was sixteen and I was tasked with killing my first targets. They were my first.

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the