The Forsaken Novel Novels & Stories

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.

It was clear that she had stumbled upon something unusual, something that didn't appear in the usual texts. Roxy's voice was steady as she read aloud, "The Forsaken possess mastery over all four elements, wielding them with effortless ease. Their powers extend far beyond elemental control, though the full extent of their abilities remains shrouded in mystery. Some whisper that they can manipulate time itself and bend the human mind to their will. The Forsaken are not to be trusted, for beneath their promises of aid and allegiance lies a treacherous intent to betray. They eschew the clan structures of other supernatural beings, instead opting for a solitary existence that allows them to pursu

And under that broken cliff, in a wildland that showed no mercy, I passed out alone… with only the moon watching me. ABOUT MINUTES LATER, Darkness. It clung to me like frost—heavy, endless, suffocating. My body was numb. My thoughts barely formed. Every breath was a battle. I thought I was dead. Maybe I was. But then… I heard it. Voices. Low. Muffled. Distant—like echoes across water. Then… growling. Not from me. Not feral. Not wild creatures either. “She’s breathing, just barely.” A woman’s voice.

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

When we crested the ridge, the sight below clawed the breath from my lungs. Houses lay in ruin, flames licking at broken roofs. Shadows moved among them ,hulking figures dragging chains, hollow eyes glowing like embers in skulls. The Forsaken. And they weren’t just killing. They were taking. Bodies of the fallen twitched unnaturally, smoke pouring from their mouths as they rose, pulled into Lilith’s ranks before the blood had cooled. Rage burned hot in my chest. The mark on my wrist pulsed violently, shadows stirring at the edges of my vision. I pressed my heels to my horse, charging with the others into the fire.

returned from shadow-walks smelling of nothing absent, scrubbed from existence and only partially restored. I tore through the final shelf in the archive with desperate fingers, scrolls cascading to stone. My torch flickered, throwing wild shadows. Then I found it: ancient scrolls bound in flesh-string. The parchment crackled like dry leaves as I unfurled them, forgotten language spilling across the surface like dried blood. "Realm of the Forsaken," I whispered. A cursed dimension where guardian spirits who broke their oaths were cast, starved of light, sealed with sorrow. I hesitated briefly. What mother would not risk damnation to save her children?

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

Before I could say anything, movement flickered at the edge of my vision. Then, the shadows came alive. Figures emerged from the darkness—cloaked, their eyes burning with unnatural light. The Forsaken. One stepped forward, his voice echoing through the chamber. “The Moonborn has come at last.” I braced myself, standing tall. “I came for answers.” The Forsaken warrior smirked. “Then prove you are worthy to hear them.” I barely had time to react before he attacked. The battle had begun.

The hairs on my arms stood on end. I lifted my head, my eyes locking onto the distant horizon. A unnatural coldness rushed in, snaking its way down my spine. The sun was gone, swallowed by a predatory darkness. I stumbled backward, my book tumbling from my numb hands. From the creeping shadows in the lower city, unearthly shrieks erupted. My fingers dug into the cool stone of the balcony railing. Plumes of acrid smoke began to rise. Violent orange flames broke out, consuming building after building in a matter of heartbeats.

Ryker tossed and turned in his bed, his breath shallow, his body slick with sweat. The nightmare came as it always did—relentless and suffocating. Always the same nightmare but this time around, it was different. He was there again, standing amidst the ruins of a battlefield drenched in blood. The stench of death clung to the air. And it was a thick one, almost suffocating. Screams echoed all around him, warriors falling and their bodies torn apart by the merciless claws.