Two Time X Chance Forsaken Novels & Stories

“I...accept!” A strange force field surrounded only Cedric and I and we were transported to an unfamiliar place. It was dark and filled with red smoke. “Welcome challengers.” A voice floated through the air. The red smoke took the form with a woman. “You have chosen to participate in the Four Trials of the Forsaken Apex.” “Chosen is a strong word.” Cedric muttered. “I don’t even know what the hell this is.” “Your four trials are to get four objects. A Minotaurs nose ring, the talon of a Griffon, the hair of a Mermaid and the tear of a Phoenix. Then you must climb the Shadow Precipe and-”

“Maybe it’s not too late. We’ve still got some hours before the official confirmation. Maybe you can call in something. Anyone.” I nodded. He was right. Maybe there was still a way in. “Let’s go,” I said tightly. “I’ll make the calls on the way back to Duskfire.” We left. Alex and I climbed into the car and pulled out of Verala Bay. The second we were on the road, I started dialing numbers. Calling in favours, both in the human world and every other supernatural clan. ….but it was gone. Too late. Every failed call made my chest tightened. It was as if the oxygen in the atmosphere had already been exhausted.

Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

“How many stars?” Ashen’s jaw tensed. “Seventy-two.” Kael nodded once. “Then we have seventy-two chances to get her back.” They turned as the Crowned One slumped deeper into shadow, their life leaking into the dirt, their purpose burned out. “We find the fragments,” Kael said. “We open the gate. We bring them both home.” They split the task without hesitation, Kael would go to the Archive of Forgotten Loves, a forbidden ruin hidden within the folds of the realm's oldest romantic tragedies.

“What do you mean by that?” “If you think you can use Evander’s unconfirmed fiancée title to scavenge resources here, force Dad to recognize you, and grab Davenier family wealth, you’re not just getting kicked out of the Davenier family. I’ll make sure you can’t survive in this city. Try me if you dare.” Esther: “…” One second. Two seconds. “Try me, then!” ***

To a clearing in a forbidden forest, to a male who shouldn't exist, to a connection that defied everything I thought I knew about wolves, fate and choice? What if the Moon Goddess hadn't made a mistake with Damien, she'd just been clearing the path for something older and darker and infinitely more terrifying? I brought the pendant to my throat, and felt the cool metal against my skin. One choice that would change everything. Wear it or don't, accept or refuse, submit or resist. My hands shook as I fastened the clasp. And the moment the pendant settled against my skin, I felt a rush of power and presence, like Kael had just walked into my apartment. The bond snapped fully into place, no long

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

— Meanwhile… Vesper Moretti stood before the Gates of the Forbidden Sanctum. The Oracle’s words still echoed in his mind. “To break the Veil, one must break fate itself.” His fingers curled into fists. Fate. He had never believed in it. He had never wanted to. But if fate thought it could take her from him— Then he would tear it apart with his bare hands. The ancient runes flared to life before him, whispering warnings of doom, of power beyond comprehension. Vesper did not hesitate. He stepped into the darkness. And the world shattered.

“But even if the whole world calls me that… if I could just have one person. Just one… someone who believes in me—who sees more than a weak girl with a scar on her face—then maybe there's still hope. Maybe I'm not cursed. Maybe I'm not beyond saving… because I've been hurt by the closest ones I even trusted… not just you.” Ryker exhaled slowly, his lips parting but he could say no word. Instead, he scoffed faintly, shaking his head with a bitter kind of amusement. “So you think she deserves a second chance,” he asked, bending his head to one side with his gaze still locked on her face. Eirlys nodded once.”I do because I know what it feels like to be thrown away. To be locked in a cage and fo