The Forsaken Novel Novels & Stories

And the Forsaken Knelt. The shadows stilled. The whispers faded. And when Lyla lifted her gaze The door was open. But she was the one standing on the other side. And for the first time in history The Forsaken had an Alpha. And her name was Lyla Blackwood.

They slipped around strikes that should have landed, reached through defenses that should have held. Hybrids tried to use their unique abilities. Some summoned fire. Others called on gifts they barely understood. But nothing worked. The Forsaken shrugged off every attack, their glowing eyes fixed on their targets. "They are not alive," Caspian shouted over the chaos. His red eyes were wide with something Lena had never seen there before. Fear. "They cannot be killed. Not by normal means. Not by anything we have."

I could barely see them through the smoke and mist, but I felt them — the Darkborn, dozens of them, their eyes glowing red. Revan moved first, silent and precise, his claws cutting through the nearest one. Jordan followed, fast and sharp, his blade slicing through the air. I backed away, trembling, the power inside me pushing against my skin. The marks on my arm glowed brighter, spreading to my shoulder, then to my neck. The voice inside me came again. “They want the flame. Give it to me.” “No,” I whispered. The voice turned colder. “You can’t protect it forever.”

“This library is only accessible to the Alpha, Beta and Gamma families. It’s got the same type of fingerprint scanner as our apartment.” I didn’t want to sit at the desk, so I grabbed a few of the books and sat on the large couch instead. Easton kneeled down to take my shoes off before sitting beside me on the couch. He turned sideways a little and pulled my back into him so that I was laying against him and could position my legs to hold a book. I propped one of the books open on my legs and began to browse through it.

So, he is not an actual threat, at least not to me. While I was dealing with Denexus and Malleteagan with Kerberos, Thersar and Nexelex led the warriors in the clash with a new bout of forsaken, who came with Kerberos and Denexus. This seemed a piece of cake for them, as Chthonic weaponry is made of the essence of Chthonic deities. And, as Thersar and Nexelex explained, everything with a chthonic core within will be absorbed within the weapons. The strength of destruction caused by the weapon will rise with each new substance being assimilated. It will vary depending on how powerful the chthonic being was. Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an

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I owe it to you to make you powerful. My mind fractured. Images and symbols I didn’t recognize flashed in my head—ancient and very old. And then— Darkness. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and I was in a realm where fire fell from the sky and darkness, pain, and suffering reigned. This is going to be your world soon, Saraphina. Chains of flames clasped around me, and they burned. I cried out in pain—and I was back to reality again. It wasn’t really, but it felt so real. Too real. Was it all in my head, or was I actually there? I wasn’t sure.

Its title was written in faded silver runes: “The Forbidden Ones.” A chill ran through him as he opened it. The first page was a sketch—dark silhouettes of horned beings with glowing eyes, half-human, half-shadow. “The Forbidden Ones are the lost souls of the first kingdom, banished into the void for their hunger of power,” the text read. “They were once kings, gods, and monsters who defied the light. Their blood sleeps within the chosen vessel. When the vessel reaches the seventeenth year, the curse awakens.” Lucien’s heart raced as he turned the next page.

They’re stacking up like a pattern waiting to be seen, and I can feel the shape of it forming—something dark and sprawling, hiding in plain sight. Worse still, the forsaken are starting to push against our borders. They usually keep to the outskirts, wandering but never daring to cross into the city. Now, it’s different. They’re clawing to get in, desperate in a way that sets my nerves on edge. What are they running from? What force lies beyond our walls that even the forsaken fear? Even those we’ve tagged, monitored carefully through the grid, have begun vanishing without a whisper of where they’ve gone. No signs. No trails. Just gone.

In the year 383 when the human civilization had just started discovering things and building their own empire, people started exhibiting questionable and strange abilities after the great colonial war had ended. Most of the people are still not aware of such a thing but due to the number of children showing abilities that any normal human don’t have, they grew wary and thought that they are cursed. Thinking that the children are spawns of the devil, they decided to do an inhumane act and that is to burn all the children that exhibit special abilities.