Romans & histoires Tale Of The Forsaken Mage

I said, turning to leave without waiting for a response. After only one step, I felt a strange impact that caused my skull to explode in pain, and I fell to the ground. I struggled to get up, dazed, but a rough hand grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet, and my wrists were bit by the cold, jagged chains. I tried to summon my wolf powers but failed, leaving me weak, exhausted, and terrified. "preserve your strength. The chains have been enchanted." "You won't be able to shapeshift," Jabor warned.

Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad. She was brought back to the Shadow Pack and faced judgment for deceit and betrayal. Ultimately, she was banished to the western wastelands, never to set foot back in the territory again. At the mating banquet, Damian took me to the terrace, our backs facing the dazzling night sky and serene snow peaks. “Fay, I’m not your fated mate, but I swear on my life to love you, protect you, and make you the happiest Luna under the stars.” Damian held me from behind, his voice husky but tender.

My heart hammered so loud I swore he could hear it, feel it against his chest where my hands still clutched at him He didn’t rush with me. Instead, he dipped his head, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was slower this time, deeper, his tongue sliding against mine in lazy strokes that made my toes curl. I sighed into him, my fingers tracing down his back, feeling the ridges of muscle shift under my touch. He tasted like forbidden things—smoke and sin and the kind of danger that made my pulse race His hand trailed down my side, fingers brushing the torn slit of my skirt, pushing it higher until cool air whispered against my skin.

The creature we intended to create, the weapon strong enough to rule both packs and covens, would remain a dream. I couldn’t let that happen. I turned toward the far wall and knelt beside the hearth. My fingers found the loose stone easily, and I pried it free. Behind it, hidden in a hollow space, lay a leather-bound book wrapped in crimson silk. The Grimoire of Thalora: my mother’s legacy. Every forbidden spell she had collected, every curse she had perfected, every binding stronger than blood. I unwrapped it carefully and set it on the table. The cover was cold to the touch, almost pulsing beneath my fingertips, as if the book itself was alive. I flipped through the brittle pages until I f

Gage said. I didn't touch the mug. I sat frozen in the deep leather armchair, staring straight into the dancing flames of the fireplace. The heat blasted against my skin, but I felt freezing cold from the inside out. Kori was preparing for a full-scale war. And this rogue mage, Luca, was actually Tola’ son. The pieces were spinning around in my head, but they didn't fit yet. I needed to know where the forbidden land was. Then it hit me. A sharp, vicious thought struck my mind like a whip.

Elias watched me without moving a finger. I felt discomfort as I walked out of the cave. I walk forward without looking back. The crazy man had probably been dangerous so I needed to leave. At the very least I acquired some more water. It would take me farther. But where was I even going? I continued walking through the forest as my mind inevitably went back to the words of the strange man. He had claimed to be a mage but that must have just been a scam. He had known things but that couldn’t mean too much.

Then, quieter— “And before she forgets what she is.” Silence followed again. Not empty. Focused. Controlled. Outside the study, the castle was already shifting. Orders moving through corridors. Wolves preparing. Footsteps multiplying. The beginning of pursuit. And somewhere beyond the walls of Silvermoon, something newly awakened was running without direction. Without memory of control. Without understanding of what it had become. Back in the study, Damian turned slightly toward the window. The night beyond was darker than usual. Unstable clouds moving across the sky. The full moon hung above them, pale and unblinking, breaking through in sharp and cold intervals.

As their voices faded, the Hollow dissolved into mist, and the scene shifted. --- The air in Eloria’s sanctum was thick with incense and enchantment. Candlelight flickered over towering shelves of ancient tomes, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Marek knelt on one knee before the Grand Magestress, his muscular frame tense, his breaths shallow. Deep gashes marred his shoulders and arms, blood soaking through his torn tunic. “I had him,” Marek growled, his voice low but edged with frustration. “I had Kael… but the creature intervened. Whatever it is, it’s not of this world. Its strength…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “It was… monstrous.”

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?"

I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers. I couldn't afford to fall down the steps. If I did, I would have to climb all the way back up again. Finnegan didn't even bat an eye. He just glared at me coldly, giving me a look, as if chiding me for trying to act pitiful with him to gain his sympathy. Tears streamed down my face. I admitted defeat and started climbing back up again. "I was wrong… I was wrong…" The sound of the gong was loud and crisp at the top of the mountain. The chapel yard was quiet, and the multiple statues there finally peeked out at me without revealing themselves completely.