Novel & Cerita Two Time X Chance Forsaken

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.”

He was about to strike and through our bond I could feel just how afraid he was, because the forsaken was lowering his hand to claw at Tristan’s neck. “Mommy!” his painful scream tore at my heart and froze me, everything moving in slow motion from there on. The once blue red-ish sky that was signifying the start of a new day suddenly turned dark. There was thunder and lightning all over the sky and the ground beneath us shook. I could feel and taste the power that was all around us. A streak of light appeared behind the forsaken just before his head was torn clean from his shoulders, revealing a woman with obsidian eyes who immediately turned her back to us as she surveyed the creatures.

James followed suit and said, “Coincidentally, I have something to ask you.” “Ask away.” She looked at James. He asked, “Previously while we were in the Desolateness Sanctuary, you once headed to the Forsaken Land. What is this Forsaken Land? Are there places outside the reach of the Heavenly Path in this universe?” “You really want to know?’ Melinda asked. “I’m just curious,” James replied.

And the Forsaken Knelt. The shadows stilled. The whispers faded. And when Lyla lifted her gaze The door was open. But she was the one standing on the other side. And for the first time in history The Forsaken had an Alpha. And her name was Lyla Blackwood.

“You think he wrote something else about the Forsaken?” “He knew more than he let on,” Nicola replied. “I just need to find it.” Finally, she came upon a passage that caught her attention. The page was heavily annotated, the handwriting sharper and more hurried than usual. “The creation of Forsaken is not random - it’s deliberate. A corrupted energy source fuels their transformation, but it requires a willing participant to guide the process. Look for the signs of manipulation, the whispers of betrayal among your own.” Nicola’s heart skipped a beat. “A willing participant…”

That ruthless ruler has found his way to haunt the lost prince once again, in another life. Following Krishna’s order, Lorenzo takes the seat right beside Alex. The dangerous man sat unfazed as if he was watching Alex for the first time. Was it possible for Karma being this cruel? Alex wasn’t ready to play another quest against this sinner. Neither was Alex a forgotten prince nor was Lorenzo a psychotic King. They were two different people at this moment. They weren’t against each other but floating in different boats. They were strangers with different goals. Alex failed to brush off the debates, the mental battles. He was crushed under the weight of old memories which still haunt his night

“Not alone. With the mark. If you cannot command it, you will be consumed. Better you learn that here than on a battlefield.” The Forsaken lifted its head, jaw unhinging in a soundless snarl. My heart slammed against my ribs. I stepped back, the mark flaring under my skin. Shadows stirred at the edge of my vision, curling like smoke, eager and waiting. “Anchor yourself,” the rogue said sharply. “Do not fight its hunger. Harness it.” The Forsaken lurched forward, chains rattling, movements jerky but relentless. I raised my hands instinctively, shadows spilling from my fingertips in a rush. They struck the creature like spears, sinking deep, but the Forsaken did not fall. It staggered, then ro

he whispered, “we have to finish the seal. It’s still open. It needs... it needs both of us.” Raymond looked up at him. His eyes were red. His jaw was clenched. But he nodded. Together, father and son stepped into the circle—now empty—and touched the relic. Kane reached out first. “For her,” he whispered. Raymond followed. “For us.” The relic pulsed. Accepted the bond. And locked. A pulse shot out from the circle—soft, final, cleansing. Across the battlefield, Forsaken dropped where they stood—free from the tether to their King. Some howled. Some simply faded into mist. The shadow was broken. The spell undone.

“Second chance Fated? I thought that doesn’t exist for vampires?” Gabriel nods and leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “They rarely happen since we never reject what the Goddess has given us; I mean, 200 years of waiting for your soulmate is a long time!” He says, winking at me. “However, if a vampire finds themselves rejecting their Fated, they have the option to choose who they want to be with afterward. This is why the second chance Fated is called a Chosen. Their Threads of Fate are gold, similar to a wedding ring.”

darkness covered half of the woman face as the only light glow coming from the small window above only casted her voluptuous lips which was very enticing for some men present but dared not to think twice to covet. Of course, the poisonous words further make them dare not think of evil thoughts. The cold brown phoenix eyes stared at the two who was about to fight as she opened her lips once again to say, "Aren’t we in a meeting? What are you doing wasting our time?" Name: Kate Charl Age: 16 years old Identity: Sotiras HS2 Additional Identity: Professor at Blessed Academy Special Sotiras Abilty: Time and Space Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Shifter Sotiras’