Two Time Dagger Forsaken Novels & Stories

"Look at him. The great Wolf. Frozen in his own chair while his world burns. Is this the 'Pure-Blood' strength you’re so proud of?" Lucian spat on Kaelor’s boots. "The Ridge is changing, brother. The old gods are dead. The new ones? We have fangs and wings and we don't care about your codes." Seraphina leaned over Aradaa’s shoulder. She sniffed his hair. "He smells like the sun. It’s going to be so sweet when we put him in the Forge." "The Forge?" Aradaa’s voice was a whisper. "Where the Dagger was born," Lucian said. He grabbed Aradaa’s arm and hauled him up. "And where your Sovereignty will be harvested."

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

Daniel asks, his tone much calmer than Scarlet’s. “Yes,” I say. Scarlet gives me a look like I’m missing something important. “Old bloodlines mate with old bloodlines, Sloane,” she says, insistently. “You seem to forget, Scarlet, that I am forsaken by the Moon Goddess. Why would she make Benedict Winslow suffer with a mate like me,” I growl before stomping off, furious and now questioning everything. “Sloane!” Scarlet calls out. I know my friend and if it weren’t for Daniel, she would have chased after me. But she doesn’t and I’m thankful. I bypass the dining hall and go straight to my room.

She muttered and left, while I continued walking. Damon folded his arms across his chest and stood far away from the gates. He just observed without saying anything. The mate bond between us ached sharply and mercilessly. I released the pull and looked away first. My steps took me past the gates, barefoot and chin high. He had cast me out and separated me from the pack. But in doing so, he gave me something far more valuable than belonging: freedom. And I had nothing left to lose, which made me dangerous.

Azara. My existence flashed before my eyes as I caught sight of a shiny metal under the soft glow of the moon. “Azara, run!” Aria cried desperately as soon as she recognized the legendary dagger that was lethal to Opal wolves. The Lunaris fang. The mystical dagger, forged with celestial materials, spelled and activated by a witch, is designed for an Opal wolf hunter. It was rare. There were only 2 in the world; one was passed down to my father and the last was in the possession of Darius, the Rogue King.

"We must learn from their involvement, their understanding of the antiquated enchantment." Killian nodded in ascension. "We'll start our preparation quickly. Luna, Liam, you'll be at the bleeding edge of this unused time." The twins, their eyes shimmering with energy, enthusiastically acknowledged the challenge. They were prepared to grasp their predetermination, to end up the heroes of Whispering Woods. As the night extended, the pack scattered, each part carrying the weight of their recently discovered obligations. Aveline, Killian, Luna, and Liam withdrew to their sanctum, their minds filled with considerations of long haul, a future filled with both guarantee and risk.

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

I rushed into the emergency room at once. I felt so bad as I took in Sophia's weakened state. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I couldn't find Caleb." I could not bring myself to tell Sophia that Caleb had refused to come with me to the hospital. "You don't have to lie to me, Esther. Caleb is my son. I know him better than anyone else does. He must be with that woman again. "He chose to forsake me, his mother, because of that woman. What an ungrateful child!

Damon Foster. A former member of Silverwood, exiled for crimes that still haunted my nightmares. I had thought him dead, but here he was, alive and more dangerous than ever. “I see you remember me,” he said, his smile cold and calculating. “Good. It saves me the trouble of reintroducing myself.” “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my hands balling into fists. “You shouldn’t have been able to get this close to Silverwood.” “Oh, but I did,” he replied, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “You see, Sera, I’ve been planning this for a long time.

Only an incident like this could make an Alpha break down publicly, and the pain in his voice revealed the depth of love he had for her. In these past few months, there had been no reported cases of murder by this vampire rogue anymore. Now he had resurfaced and made the biggest mistake of his life—killing an alpha's daughter? He wouldn't be going scot free ever again, as we would not be the only ones hunting him.