Two Time Dagger Forsaken Novels & Stories

“She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.” Serenia has heard that many times before, but her results were still the same and here she is many years later with no further change. Well, here goes nothing. “Please step up to the bowl and take the dagger. With it, you will cut your hand and allow your blood to flow freely into the water.” She does as instructed and takes a deep breath as

Diana steps forward, trying to look intimidating. "I'm just a gentleman offering to accompany your daughter in this bag." Thaddeus chuckles as he kicks the bag with Zara's body. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Thaddeus; I am the last Keeper of the forbidden lands. Beside me stands the next heir to the throne- your next King," he says far too respectfully, especially to someone who tried to challenge his authority. Diana catches us both by surprise as she forces her body up and extends her claws. She can't get to him; every attempt ends in disaster.

“Or maybe it’s your chain, Alpha. You’d rather her stay fragile than see what she truly is.” I staggered back a step, torn between their voices. “You don’t know him like I do,” Darius growled. “He’s Forsaken.” The word dropped like a stone in the silence. My heart twisted. Forsaken. The rogue didn’t deny it. His scarred mouth curved into the faintest smile. “Yes. I am.” My breath trembled in my chest. “Then… why are you here?” “Because I remember what they did to us,” he said softly. His gaze flicked to Darius, then back to me. “What they’ll do to you when the fear outweighs the faith. I don’t want you to be erased like we were.”

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.

He won't let us part. The dagger glints between us, black and waiting. The air around it ripples faintly, like heat on stone, and a scent rises from the blade, iron and pine sap, old magic and older oaths. My stomach twists. Atlas shifts, moving so subtly most wouldn’t see it, but I feel it in the tightening of his grip, in the tremor in his arm. "When you say, forever..." Sofia says, addressing the old woman. "You mean like eternity. Like, forever, forever."

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds? I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker." Faker? Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward. "It was one of my dad's students who begged him to come out of retirement and save his eyesight through surgery. And guess what happened in the end? After he took over the Churchill family, he aba

Not in terror. Using memory. Then— She took a step forward. She extended her hand. She wrapped her fingers around— [First Choice: The Dagger] Like frozen fire, the dagger burned into her palm. Not hers, but a scream ripped through the silence. the entire world. The ground was divided by cracks. Up, not down. Crimson light poured in rivers into the sky. Time ran out. She was rejected by the realm. To throw her out as poison. The cycle trembled. twisted. cried out.

Golden fire burned in his eyes. "The Lost Queen." The River darkened. "The End of Possibility." Stars flickered out. "The First Nightmare." The Forgotten One finally spoke. And his voice shook. "Her true name is Nysera." The moment the name was spoken— The Last Door exploded. A massive crack split across its surface. Silver-black energy flooded creation. The Forgotten Legion screamed. Timelines shattered. The River of Origins nearly broke apart. And from within the darkness— Two silver eyes opened. Eyes filled with intelligence.

A small pack of werewolves, their scents fresh in the air, their laughter drifting through the night. They had no idea what was coming. I pulled back, my connection severed. “I’ve found them,” I murmured. Dorian’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Then let’s begin.” I reached for the dagger at my belt, the one forged from obsidian and tempered in the blood of the fallen. With a single swift motion, I dragged the blade across my palm. Darkness spilled from the wound, thick and writhing like living ink. It dripped onto the stone altar, seeping into the cracks, and the cavern trembled in response.