Novel & Cerita The Forsaken Novel

Faynon’s son created a short and powerful people that lived under the ground, mining the precious material within the depths of the orb. Each God and Goddess created something beloved to them and watched over their pets. It was then that Faynon’s brother, Kalash, jealous of his elder brother’s success and of Elvelya’s beauty that her husband possessed, did creep upon the sphere while the rest of the pantheon slept, and from there, with the aid his sons, he added his own creations. On the sphere they created, pestilence, poisonous insects and plants, violence and chaos. Soon, everything was corrupted with violence that spread like a plague across the creation, Faynon. Then Kalash did corr

Those foggy memories were created after Lila left me to be captured by the Lycans, and as expected, they brought me back to Crimson Moon pack, and if I was right, I was somewhere underneath the mansion I had spent years making my home, tied up like a fucking criminal. But what crimes had I committed? From my perspective, the answer to that question would be, “None.” However, if seeking a man’s love is a crime, then I would be guilty as charged. If trying to ensure that the man I loved also loved me back was a criminal act, then fine! I would be a criminal. Or maybe my cries weren’t related to love or to the man I believed I loved. Perhaps it was about how I abandoned my people without lookin

Just held my gaze. The second man cleared his throat. “Thorne, by the way. His beta. And you’re Nova Voss. Riven’s… former intended. Current fugitive, apparently.” I flinched at Riven’s name. “He’ll come for me.” Thorne snorted. “Let him try.” Zephyr’s voice cut through the dizziness. “You’re safe here. For now.” I looked at him. The man who had taken my body, my anklet, and now apparently my life.

He fishes a huge dusty book from the cupboard and places it on the table. “You see, centuries upon centuries ago, the realms lived in peace. All the gods did their assigned tasks and together maintained balance and harmony. But then," he sighed and turned to me. “ But then, Nythros decided to become one greedy bastard and demand for the supreme power." “Urgh, what a greedy bastard!" I mutter. “He rebelled against the gods, went to the human realm and met humans who were greedy for powers that weren't supposed to be theirs to begin with. He infected them with his magic and turned them into monsters.”

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

He looked at the blooming red flowers, then at my scaled arms, a dark, complicated pride in his grey eyes. “The Forsaken have already begun the march south,” Lucien said, gesturing to the ridgeline where the charcoal-painted warriors were silhouetted against the dawn. “They feel the change in the air. The grey rot in their veins is gone. You’ve given them back their lives, sister. But you’ve also given them a legend they’ll spend the next thousand years trying to understand.” “I didn't do it for the legend, Lucien,” I said.

Not physically larger in the measurable sense but denser, more present, as if the expanded awareness of the last seven nights had added substance to his form, had made him more thoroughly real in the way that things became more real when they were fully inhabited rather than efficiently operated. The cold fire of the Thrones blazed around him and he stood in it and felt it against his transformed skin and felt his body's response to what had happened in Eden, the residual frequency of it still present in the celestial air, the specific warmth of it, the knowing quality of what love that chose itself felt like in the actual world. His body was not subtle about how it felt about that warmth. H

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Although everyone knew that my family was bankrupt and that I, Winter Brooke, had fallen from grace, I still felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed when confronted by Finnegan, my longtime crush. He threatened me in the most casual tone ever, "Wanna bet that the bakery closes down forever from tomorrow onward?" I immediately whipped my head up and stared into his piercing eyes. I knew then that he wasn't joking. Gordon had had a young daughter who passed away in a car accident many years ago. He had felt sorry for me because I reminded him of his daughter, who would have been around my age by now if she hadn't passed away. That was why he had been looking out for me.

He never cared—not even when I was his fiancée. After that I avoided his places, his scent, his shadow. But now? I wasn’t his Luna-to-be. I wasn’t his anything. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would. No Alpha could stop me. At my nod, the girls smiled. Lipsticks clicked open. They weren’t creating someone new. They were bringing back the girl I was—before Caleb Grayson. I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear.