Novel & Cerita Werewolf The Forsaken

Damon answered, and Talos scoffed. “Do you think I’m a fool? Red-furred wolves are extinct! They were erased from the face of the earth years ago!” “Yes! That is exactly what he thought too, until we saw her transform tonight.” Damon further explained. Talos creased his brows and looked at his children like they had gone crazy. “Father, please calm down and let us explain what happened. We need her in this kingdom. There are a lot of people trying to kill her out there.” Megan uttered, hoping her father would listen to them.

“Thalia’s wolf didn’t lash out. She didn't lose control. She chose not to shift.” “And that’s exactly why I’m worried,” he says quietly, his gaze tracking me. “That wasn’t instinct, Kaya. That was something else entirely. Something we’ve never seen before.” "Just because it's new doesn't mean it's dangerous. Our history changes; that is what time brings, change. There used to be twelve packs, now there aren't. Rogues didn't exist before, now they do. There haven't been purple-eyed werewolves before, now there is." I say.

Another lunged; a wall of shadow rose, blocking its strike before Mira’s blade took its head clean off. The warriors fought with desperation, but the Forsaken didn’t bleed, didn’t hesitate, didn’t fear. For every one that fell, another rose, dragging chains behind it like the sound of death itself. And then I saw him. Among the tide, taller than the rest, his body marked with scars that glowed faintly red. His eyes weren’t hollow fire ,they were burning white. The Forsaken Alpha. Lilith had sent one of her generals. Our eyes locked across the chaos.

The portal’s shimmering light illuminated the shattered lair, casting stark shadows as figures emerged—tall, battle-scarred werewolves with eyes glowing a mix of silver and amber, their auras radiating ancient power. These were the guardians of the hidden packs, remnants of clans that had vanished after the war that claimed Autumn’s parents, sworn to protect the Callisto legacy from threats like the Crescent Order. Their arrival sent a ripple of hope through the chaos, their growls harmonizing with the fading hum of Elias’s dying light. Autumn clung to her brother’s body, his silver blood still warm in her hands, the mingled essence fueling her connection to Alina, who battled the grotesque

I felt it. Wolf. Witch. Something darker. Deeper. I threw him into the side of the cliff like he weighed nothing. “RUN,” I growled, voice not my own. They didn’t wait for me to say it again. Bloodied, furious, they fled into the trees—shouting curses and threats—but they didn’t turn back. I stood there, chest heaving, snow falling in silence again. And then— Darkness. Pain tore through my abdomen, and I dropped to my knees.

Pascal furrowed his eyebrows, and the person he remembered was Galore, the vampire with four arms, he is known for killing innocent humans and werewolves. "you will have to forget your past if you want them to be buried there, or else, you will have to fight against Lava once again" Noah warned, Pascal looked at his sweaty palms "I can't, they keep coming on their own" Noah became silent "I won't be able to lord over the vampires if Lava return, I doubt if he will even let me live, I need your help?" Pascal looked at him and snorted coldly "you want me to collaborate with you, that will be a betrayal against the vampires, the vampires have nothing to do with werewolves"

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m

Their collective growl filled the labyrinth, a threatening echo that seemed to shake the very ground beneath us. And at the center, standing taller and looking more formidable than the rest, was a creature that sent chills down my spine. It was a werewolf, yet unlike any we'd ever seen. Its eyes were bright, glowing with an otherworldly light, and the mark of the Forgotten was prominently displayed on its chest. Its voice echoed through the labyrinth, sending a wave of terror through my veins. "Welcome, Sophia and Alex. We've been expecting you." My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the formidable sight before us. The glowing eyes of the lead werewolf held a haunting familiarity. "You'v

Chapter 23: Shadows of the Past In the midst of the seemingly tranquil days, shadows of the past stirred, casting doubt on the fragile equilibrium Adrian and Seraphina had fought so hard to establish. A series of ominous events unfolded, revealing that the scars of history were not easily healed. One moonlit night, as the hybrid child looked out over the peaceful alliance from the highest point of the werewolf territory, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. The silhouette bore an uncanny resemblance to a long-lost enemy—an ancient vampire who had once sought to annihilate the werewolf clan.

Distant howls filled the night, not of wolves, but something worse. Lucien growled low in his throat, stepping forward. “Then we will end this before it begins.” In a blur of movement, he shifted. His wolf form was monstrous—larger than any wolf I had ever seen, his fur black as midnight, his eyes burning gold. He lunged. The Forsaken didn’t move. Instead, it lifted a hand, and Lucien was thrown backward with a force that sent him crashing into a stone pillar. Dust and debris rained down as he slumped to the ground, groaning.