Two Time Dagger Forsaken Novels & Stories

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

“Then, what did you see in your future that made you decide to kidnap Sashal, mother? I mean, like, who the hell helped you do that?” Madam Maya began to tell more about the future she saw while accompanying the former Alpha of Roshad on his deathbed. She said she saw the destruction of Rohan and the Northern kingdom because of the actions of Southern Olf and other kingdoms who covet this land. And it all begins with me, somehow. She said I was Rohan's mate in all the futures she saw. But because I was the Southern Olf's Wolf Queen, Rohan was unaware of our bond. Only after he realized his bond with me was that I always died tragically at Jermaine's hands.

A dark shadow pounced on me seconds after I stepped through the door. My senses were immediately permeated with the pungent scent of a corpse. I grabbed my blessed sword with one hand and pulled out a suppression talisman with the other. The ghost mother shrieked as the smell of charred flesh wafted through the air. She had burned her hand when she grabbed the sword. My teacher, Zack Waters, had carved the sword from a thousand-year-old peach tree after it was struck by lightning. He had ended up giving the sword to me instead of Gabriel, which was why Gabriel always complained about Zack favoring me.

Lost myself in the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly outgrown me. As the fire died out, the Alpha of the Fenrir sought comfort in the arms of the girl who had helped him ruin everything, while the Queen he had discarded dreamed of the three shards that would end his reign forever. --- [Dagger P.O.V] I didn't go far. Perched on the gargoyle three stories above the ward. Cloak wrapped tight. Mask still in place. The nosebleed had stopped but my hands still shook. Pathetic. I was Dagger. The Ghost Blade. The assassin who had killed seventeen warlords, three archmages, and a god's avatar. I didn't shake. I didn't hesitate. I didn't stand at the foot of a girl's bed leaking

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.

The man collapsed, blood soaking the stone as he extended a bloodied scroll. Keira rushed to help him while Aria unfurled the parchment. It was Thorne’s handwriting. Jagged. Rushed. A trail of smeared blood over the final word. “Don’t trust anyone. It was never just the Forsaken. –T” Her breath caught. The air in the room turned razor-sharp. Keira rose slowly, pale as ash. “What does he mean ‘never just the Forsaken’?” Aria folded the note with shaking hands. “It means someone inside these walls betrayed him.”

“The key to understanding the mark is finding the temple that Elixir saw. If it truly exists here, it’s hidden deep within the cursed land of the Forsaken.” The Forsaken Lands—the name alone sent shocks down my spine. It was a place of nightmares, where even the greatest warriors would not dare to go. The gods had abandoned this place, leaving it haunted by the spirits of those who had lost their way. Those who entered never returned. I gulped hard, my fingers grazing the rune again. It felt heavy, like it was trying to draw me in, urging me toward something unknown and terrifying. “I have to go,” I whispered, the weight of the realization settling heavily in my chest. “If I don’t, this mark

“It won’t. You can’t run from him, Ava. You belong to him.” My stomach twisted. I stepped forward until I was looming over him. “You’re wrong.” The rogue grinned, despite the terror in his eyes. “Then prove it.” I tightened my grip on the dagger in my hand. I could feel the forge’s magic pulsing through it, whispering in a language older than time itself. It wanted blood. It needed blood. I raised the blade. The rogue’s grin widened. “See you soon, little goddess.” And then— I plunged the dagger into his heart.

Damon weakly responded. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Theron added. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Damon echoed. "I reject her as my mate." "I reject..." "Say it, Damon! I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" Mr. Theron repeated the phrase three times, and Damon dutifully responded, parroting everything Mr. Theron had said. Immediately following the rejection, Damon's head fell backward as he lost consciousness. Simultaneously, a loud cry resonated from beyond the library walls, causing Theron and King Talos to exchange glances.

But once you ought to harm your brethren, you will be bound to the Nether World for all eternity with black-feathered wings rather than pristine white. Maleficent snapped when she saw how the fallen angels flinched. Since they were the loyal fallen angels of Damon the Prideful, they would not dare to speak about this conversation – that he assured her. Maleficent crossed her arms after she folded the fan. “All is in due time, Dagger. All is in perfect due time.” She glanced at the once nameless slave who was also looking up to her with a full-blown grin as she nodded her head as if she could really understand Maleficent in which the latter took note.