Two Time X Chance Forsaken Novels & Stories

I could see he was scared. “Why are you doing this?” I asked him. I was hoping to get some answers before shifting. “The filthy blood suckers want the special one for her powers. The master blood sucker intends to mate with her and create spawns who have powers and can be manipulated to form some kind of army for him because he wants to be king of all.” The rogue told us. Luna Angela gasped behind me and I heard mark growl at that. The rogue tried to turn to see where the growl came from but I didn’t want him to know we were not the only ones there so I shouted out to him.

The Citadel of Obsidian. The Deep Undercroft. One Hour Later. The walls of the Undercroft were etched with runes that hadn't glowed in a thousand years. Now, they pulsed with a sickly, violet rhythm, like the heartbeat of a dying star. Vespera stood in the center of a chalk circle. Her black dress was torn at the hem, ruined during their retreat from the Throne Room. Lysander and his "Army of Light" had been pushed back to the courtyard, but the Holy Sword was a problem. It cut through Vespera’s shadow magic like a hot knife through butter.

My body burned hot, trembling, unsure if the wetness on my skin was sweat, mud, or blood. Then I heard it a howl. Close. Too close. My blurred eyes caught the shadow just before its claws sank into my flesh. A rogue. Good, I thought dimly. At least this would end my miserable life. I closed my eyes, not sure if the pain in my chest was worse than the claws shredding my skin. How had it come to this? I looked up at the full moon shining its brightest, and as darkness swallowed me, I made a vow. If I ever got a second chance, I would live to love myself. I would prove my worth.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

Heaven alone knows how many ways she gave herself to him. Only when a brutal snowstorm struck—killing their herds and forcing raids into the villages—did she tire of it. Savagery lost its charm. Then word reached her. Theron had crushed Vionna, yet still couldn't forget her. So Marzella returned. Staged her grand resurrection. Slipped into his arms like she'd never left. And then came Ironmaw. In that first life, House Morwynne's treachery shattered the stronghold. Thirteen villages fell. The Wildfolk butchered them all.

"Nicky, I'm not in the habit of picking up trash." Nicky dropped to her knees in front of me. "I know I was wrong. Please just give me another chance." She was once the love of my life. She was now on her knees, pleading for me to take her back. Yet I felt nothing but a deep disgust. She continued through her sobs, "We've been through thick and thin. I know I can start over if you're with me again. I'll give you everything." I took a step back and looked at her coldly. "You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out."

"What do I protect?" The stray didn't answer directly. Instead he leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes were half-lidded now. Then... He spoke. Slow. Broken slightly by the blood in his mouth. Deliberate. "When the moon forgets its chosen light..." Damian didn't move. His brows pulled together slightly. "The Alpha walks beside his truth in blindness..." The lantern flame flickered. Shadows stretched across the walls. "She will rise where no crown was placed." Silence.

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

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?

Skin against skin, we gave into the pull—raw, aching, inevitable. Her name on my lips. My name on hers. The forest bore witness to our undoing. And in the depths of that night, I didn’t know her name. Didn’t know her pack. But her body remembered mine. And mine? I was ruined by hers. Even if fate didn’t give a damn