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In his arms. THE END

The gates buckled again, then burst open. They poured through ,once-wolves, now nightmares. Their eyes glowed with hollow fire, chains dragging behind them, their movements jerky but unstoppable. The stench of death rolled ahead of them, choking the air. My mark ignited, flaring hot and wild. The shadows rushed toward me, hungry, eager, as though they too had been waiting for this moment. Darius’s voice cut through the chaos. “Amara ,” But I didn’t wait. The first Forsaken lunged, its jaw unhinged in a soundless scream. I raised my hand and the shadows leapt, spearing through its chest, snapping its spine like dry wood. It crumbled into ash before it touched the ground.

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!!

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

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.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

I hunched over the side of the hospital bed and broke down in tears. Sophia passed away. Morgan stood to one side with his head hanging low. He dared not utter a word. When morning came, I gazed at Sophia's cold, stiff body and gave Caleb a call. Still, his phone was turned off. I clicked on Instagram since I decided to send him a message. Despite what happened, we should hold a proper funeral for Sophia. Caleb should see her one last time before we bury her remains. Yet, before I could send my message, I saw that Lexie posted a new update on her Instagram page.

ALL THE SUPPORT FROM YOU KEEPS ME GOING UNTIL THE END AND IS ALSO THE REASON I WILL KEEP GOING. THANKS. SEE YOU SOON, ROFEEAH: THE CREATOR OF HER UNIVERSE.

“Taryn’s with them.” The group gathers, faces resolute, faces resolute—Cassia’s blaze, Renn’s spark, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s strength, Valthor’s unity, Lirien’s defiance, Theryn’s vision, Kael’s purpose, Veyra’s pain, Kalia’s legacy. The void-realm dims, air heavy, Lumora’s light flickers distant, faint. The Veil’s hymn hums soft, threads trembling, the core’s jagged pulse echoing, Taryn’s shadow looming, a deeper abyss beckoning.