Two Time X Chance Forsaken Novels & Stories

Aurora said, now turning to stare at the Moon goddess and then back to her wolf, she gave them an inquisitive look then she knew there was something that they weren't telling her. "This will sound weird but you have to believe me, the Alpha King Adam is your second chance mate and your kiss is the only thing that can cure him, you are the healer Daughter, you are the cure to everything and you are dangerous to our enemies." The moon goddess said, and her words shook her to the core.

“So the next time I had to be careful. I was slowly bidding for time. I could not afford to make the same mistakes as before. I was weak and my shadows were not strong enough to let me leave to hunt for the dark book of light. But that was the second time I got a chance to take you all down.” “Second chance?” I asked curiously.

“But being a Forbes brings a burden to your shoulders. You can’t ruin your ancestor’s name by going back on your word.” “What’s my fault in this?” I asked, reading guilt in his eyes. “You can reject your mate and the Moon Goddess might give you Amber as your second chance mate or you know the consequences already. A war will be knocking on your doors as soon as you choose the second option,” Xavier avoided looking at me while speaking.

“I am here because you have crossed into the Forbidden Territory—a place reserved for those who carry the burden of leadership. And because you carry the blood of the pack, the spirits have not turned you away.” Aveline felt a shiver run down her spine. “We didn’t mean to intrude,” she said, her voice steady despite her fear. “We’re trying to return to Whispering Woods.” Alaric’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. “The path you seek is fraught with peril,” he warned, his voice echoing with a deep, ancient sorrow. “Darkness grows within the heart of the pack—a darkness that seeks to consume all that remains of what was once pure.”

But I stand outside the door like a sentinel, straining to catch anything through the thick oak. The first few minutes are silence. Heavy, humming silence. Then I hear chanting. Not the pretty kind. The words curl like smoke under the door, rough and raw, the kind of language older than the Lycan tongue. Magic without elegance. Just power. Beatrice speaks next. Low. Tense. “What do you mean only one will survive?” My spine stiffens. I lean closer. I shouldn’t. But I do. The Seer’s voice comes like wind across dry leaves. “The bond will break. Not by choice. Not by curse. By blade.”

I'm happy with the stubborn, strong-minded soulmate she sent me. "Yes but werewolves were a good match for each other, sometimes the love and the bond are not enough. The spell was a way to mend a way and a few lucky ones were blessed by a Secunda Opportunitas, which was a sign for us that we were allowed to use it. Until the downfall happened." So a witch is out of the question here... I only mean one thing, I have to go and make my soulmate fall in love with me. "Thank you, Samuel. For your help. I'll let you go back to your work now." I tap his shoulder and turn around to return to my room but there is one other thing I need to ask him about.

“No. It wasn’t the Goddess.” Startled, I gaze into her hazel eyes and see my confused reflection on the glassy surface. “What?” “After your mother left the territory, I couldn’t get her words off my mind,” she begins. “We heard tales of people forming multiple mate bonds after the death of a fated or chosen mate. It isn’t uncommon. But usually, those second-chance mates were from an entirely different pack or region. And it often took years for the bond to develop. No matter how I worked it out, the sudden appearance of a fated mate bond between Reeve and Nemora was odd.”

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

I replied immediately. She looked up at me and stared in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked. I stared at her for a few seconds trying to figure her out before I finally opened my mouth to speak. "You are a Forsaken right?" "Yes, and so?" She replied. I stood up and walked towards her. "A Forsaken in heat, now that's interesting. Have you heard of phantom 20?" "No I haven't." she answered almost immediately. "How come you haven't heard of what you have been taking." I asked raising a brow.

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn