Novel & Cerita Two Time Dagger Forsaken

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

The carvings shifted, forming a symbol — a circle split in half, one side flame, one side moon. Revan stared at it. “That’s the mark of the first covenant.” “What covenant?” I asked. “The one that created the packs,” he said. “And the one that destroyed them.” The light grew brighter. The ground beneath us trembled again. Jordan grabbed my arm. “Lora, step back.” But I couldn’t move. The stone was pulling me closer. The voice inside me whispered again, louder this time. “The truth sleeps beneath. Wake it, and you will see what must end.”

Right behind it, the lead Forsaken slithered in, red eyes blazing with hunger. Prime pointed straight at me. “Primary target still active. Mission parameters updated, destroy core and all witnesses.” The Forsaken grinned at Sable and me. “The bloodline ends here. Your mother’s bargain is fulfilled tonight.” Sable hit the final switch on the detonator. “Timer locked! We’ve got ninety seconds! Move!” And move we fucking did. I went after Unit Prime while Sable and Jax picked the Forsaken to fight. Liora forced herself up, firing her last rounds into Prime’s back.

I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life. I've read the stories in the history books and seen the drawings. But it's not the same as seeing it up close. Soul Destroyer is a dagger belonging to the Moon Goddess. It was given to Saven, the Witch Goddess, to aid in her quest to destroy a warlock named Vant, who plotted to overthrow Saven, destroy witches, and bring back his lost mate.

him, you are his enemy. As long as he sits on that throne, he will always be that paranoid, tyrannical monster. To win... There is only one way. I took a deep breath, my eyes turning colder than a wolf's. "System." [Online. Player Halen, please choose your identity.] I didn't look at the standard options. I used all my points to redeem a forbidden item that no one had ever bought before—[Hourglass of Time Reversal]. And a rusty, worn-out dagger.

Damon is present. I went cold. I felt a chill creep down my back. "Damon?" He gave a desperate nod. The Alpha Who Was Forsaken. Killian's sibling. He demanded that you come to Silver Dawn. My breath caught. The stories about him were nothing short of nightmares. A rogue so formidable, entire packs had fallen beneath his wrath. A ghost that killed without warning, without mercy. And now… he wanted me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “What does he want?”

Soon they started to chant the word forsaken and this time around I fought harder to free my hand, covering my ears, backing away from them. “You’re a forsaken! You’re one of us! You should be dead as well.” Grabbing my hand, a familiar dagger was thrust into my open palm. I stared at it, the same dagger Kale had given me, tears rolled down my face and I frantically shook my head. “Die by your own blade!”

The next second, the ball of light disappeared under the rampant devouring from the Destructive Domain. "Your time's up, Wilbur Penn!" Damon wielded the metal fork as he shot over, stabbing at Wilbur wildly. Wilbur scrambled to duck as he summoned the thunder cleaver, which was enveloped in the power of light, bringing it down in a fierce blow. Damon raised the fork to block the attack, and the cleaver struck it with a deafening clash. The fork disappeared in a cloud of black miasma, as the thunder cleaver came swinging over with gusto.

“Not in time. Not before the second moon.” A whisper ripples through the council. “The second moon…” “It draws near…” “The prophecy stirs…” I raise a hand and silence them. “Aurora Hayes will stand at a crossroads soon.” I let the words curl from my tongue like smoke. “And I will be there to take her hand.” I walk to the obsidian altar. Lying upon it is an ancient object wrapped in cloth. I remove the covering. A dagger. Forged in the ruins of the First Coven.

The tongue of the maid had been collected for insidious purposes as well. The Overlord, Jackson Forger, was a man who craved power in its rawest, most vile form. He was not content with the strength and control he already wielded; he sought more, always more. The rituals he performed in the dead of night were not mere performances of dark magic but acts of pure, unadulterated evil. The blood, the organs, the sacrifices—each element was meticulously chosen for its significance in his twisted pursuit of dominance.