Two Time Dagger Forsaken Novels & Stories

“You’re a different breed. You seemed special.” I didn’t hear what he said as I let my wolf's form take over. I ran toward the man without giving him the chance to turn. He jumped backward to dodge my bite, and he threw daggers filled with poison. Even though the daggers were fast, I dodged them without grazing myself. The moment he landed on the floor, I ran fast toward him, biting him on the shoulder. This time, he couldn’t escape me. I bit hard, tearing his muscles and breaking his bones, making him shout in pain. He was about to stab me with his knife when I threw him into the sky. While he was afloat, I jumped and tear his limbs with my sharp claws. He fell almost dead. I was about to a

“Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.” I look at Kai, positive that my horrified expression mirrored his and Cat’s. This is the weapon we’ll use; this dagger is made up of sin and death, and it’s the only thing that can kill a supernatural creature. She moves the box closer so we can see how it looks - inlaid in silk, it is made up of obsidian glass and spun metal, the hilt looks like silver, and the grip is

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

At least if that were the case, Kyra wouldn’t need to choose between me or Caleb. I didn’t know how long I could hold out, and I knew the dagger would endanger the others. Using what little strength I had left, I opened a ripple between time and space. A small void split the sky as I opened the portal to the realm where I kept the weapons I had created. Stashing the dagger inside, I barely managed to pull my hand back before I was depleted of energy and the portal closed. My hand fell limp onto the ground as blood poured from my mouth. I could hear Kyra shout something but couldn’t make out what she said.

“With this, dear, you’ll die.” Dark gulped, closing his eyes. The mistress laughed, a high, cruel one before the swish of the dagger plummeting toward him reached his ears. Breathing in and out, he jerked his eyes open. It beats wildly, turned to a darker shade of obsidian-black, and the world turned suddenly, so sudden that the dagger was deflected, piercing through the Ionic column of Time’s dimension. He slumped on the ground then, cold sweats soaking his body. He’d never been pushed this far. He needed to escape now, or it’d be too late.

I know it should hurt, but it doesn’t. I’m numb to Deadrick’s little dance of power and fear. Threats flow effortlessly from his lips—poisonous promises of what awaits me should I defy expectation. If I dare create a scene and draw even the slightest hint of attention, he promises a fate worse than any nightmare—I’ll be tossed into the dungeons, a plaything for Alpha Nolan. Now, that is something to fear. If Wesley is a villain, his father is a full-blown monster. My blood runs cold at the thought of being abandoned and left to the Alpha for his amusement.

The second rogue took an involuntary step back. For the first time since the confrontation began— uncertainty appeared. Damian released the first rogue only to throw him hard enough across the clearing that he hit the ground rolling. “Leave,” Damian said. Low. Final. Neither rogue moved immediately. Damian’s eyes sharpened. And this time his wolf surfaced visibly beneath the restraint. Silvermoon Alpha dominance crashed into the clearing all at once. The pressure became unbearable. The rogues felt it instantly. One grabbed the other’s arm roughly.

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

Dark veins curled around his neck like creeping vines, disappearing beneath his tattered cloak. “I was once called Dain,” he said at last. “But that name belongs to a man long dead.” Elara’s fingers twitched at her side. The name sounded vaguely familiar, like something she had read in an ancient text. Vesper exhaled sharply. “Dain the Forsaken.” His voice was laced with recognition—and something close to dread. Kael frowned. “You know him?” Vesper nodded, his expression unreadable. “A legend. A warrior of the old bloodlines. He fought against the rise of the dark gods and was betrayed by his own kind.” His gaze flickered to the chains. “They didn’t kill him. They sealed him away.”

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi