Two Time Dagger Forsaken Novels & Stories

But that wasn’t even the worst… That came after, when the warrior spread his palms, revealing some pieces of silver and a black pistol that caused the truth to sink into my soul. “I also found these hidden under his mattress.” Lycan King Damon lost it in that instant, barging towards Simon, and I did too, but still I couldn’t shake off the weird feeling that consumed me… one that told me I was missing something. But what could it be?

My fur gleamed under the moonlight as I sprinted forward, my paws barely touching the ground as I raced through the woods. “You need to find her,” the voice said inside me, calm but urgent. “You must save her before it is too late. Before he takes her.” “What’s happening?” I demanded, my thoughts racing as fast as my body. “Aria is in great danger.” My heart pounded harder. “The one who has taken her is no longer the man she once loved,” she continued. “He rose from death because of a dark power. That corruption has consumed him. It controls him completely.”

“We followed you after you left the West gate. And—quick reminder—the young Alpha must return soon, or his life will be in danger.” No, I think. His life is already in danger—in the very West itself. “What’s your name?” I manage, breath hitching as pain sears through my ribs. “Thalos, my lady.” I freeze mid-step. “The same Thalos?” I whisper. The one I used to see at Varyn’s side every time he comes around me . He nods once. “Yes, my lady.” “Then you must know what really happened nine years ago?” His temples tighten, then soften. Silence falls between us.

For three days, Theron had torn through his estate like a man possessed, ignoring command matters entirely. Yet he remembered it clearly—seven days past, no word from Duskmere had reached him. Now, with the memory of drug on his tongue and Lucien's cold truth unraveling—a conspiracy linking Ironmaw to the Wildfolk—rage surged through him like fire catching dry timber. He snatched the sealed token from Lucien, grip iron-tight. "Who at Ironmaw sold us to the Wildfolk?"

“He was taken by something else. The corruption didn’t kill him. It embraced him.” A heavy silence settled over the room. “Then he’s the one leading the corrupted?” Lyra asked. “The ones who escaped the Seal?” “He isn’t just leading them,” Elias said. “He’s rebuilding the Forsaken.” “The Forsaken?” Nyra whispered. “The army from the Forgotten War,” Elias answered. “Creatures once sealed beneath the earth—half-wolf, half-shadow. Many of them were Alphas who fell and turned. Lucien is raising them again. And with the seal fractured, it’s only a matter of time before he tears it open completely.”

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?

“I hope you’re not planning to touch it, my Lady. You wouldn’t want Lord Casimir to get angry again.” “I’m not,” my future self said smoothly, though my thoughts screamed the opposite. “I just want to know more. It wouldn’t hurt to learn.” Helena swallowed. “You weren’t born before this happened. Lord Malakar… he’s over five hundred years old.” My future self nodded. “He’s warned every generation. Anyone who touches that forbidden light will die—but not an easy death. I heard a rogue once tried it. No one saw what happened, but he vanished. Lord Malakar never explained it. He only said anyone who touches it will meet a cruel fate.”

“The only one who can stand against Malakar and survive. The dagger was forged for a moment like this—blood against blood. Shadow against shadow. Only you can wield it and deliver the final blow.” A strange stillness settled over me. Heavy, but not unwelcome. Like armor, I had always known I’d eventually wear. Dain scoffed quietly, shaking his head. “So let me get this straight—we’ve got a seer to find the thing, a stormborn Alpha to open the box, and a cursed bloodline meant to end it all?” “You make it sound like a doomed fairytale,” I said with a grim smile. “Maybe it is,” Dain muttered. “But I’m still in. If finding that dagger gives us a chance—I’ll lead you through it.”

Not after everything she had been through and she blamed him for it. She nodded. “Just go on… I'm tired of this hide and seek.” They both got inside the pack. The Nightfang pack. Eirlys halted, standing on a spot and wandered with her eyes. It seemed like ages. She remembered the first time she came here. It was like a dream come true, being the mate of someone who was meant to be the Alpha. About to be the Alpha. But life had a different plan and she could not change the course of destiny. It was two years ago when she was in the custody of The Tyrant. She had no hope of escaping. Not that she could not escape as she had imagined all kinds of escape plans.

"Please don't brush me off." "That's why I'm right here by your side," said Lydia blocking my way. "Thanks for your concerns, Lydia." "I can see you're right here with me, but please understand that it's not you I need right now," I shut Lydia as I headed for the balcony. "I...I know... I understand who you'd want to see right now, but I'm sorry, besty." "It's not like you have much of choice." "Jerry is long gone." "No matter how hard you try to push me away, I'm not giving up on you anytime soon till I bring you back to reality," said Lydia as she joined on the seat on the balcony.