Werewolf The Forsaken Novels & Stories

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

Little did she know that this encounter with Lysandra and the halfling named Alex would mark the beginning of an extraordinary journey—one that would test her loyalties, unravel ancient secrets, and lead her to discover her true potential as a vampire noble. In the distant woods of Netherndel, a figure prowled amidst the shadows, its movements swift and silent. This creature was no ordinary vampire or celestial being but a werewolf, a supernatural entity cursed with a dual nature. Astrid was her name, a young werewolf burdened with a heavy heart. For years, she had struggled to control the beast within her, the insatiable hunger that plagued her existence. The nights were the hardest, as the

As I absorbed this information, I realized that my understanding of werewolves and their societal structures was just beginning, and there was much more to learn Marie then shifted to discussing the fifth faction, her tone growing more somber. "This group could be considered the most formidable and perilous. They have ties to the human underworld, controlling mafia networks, gambling rings, drug trafficking, and various illegal enterprises. Even governments hesitate to confront them. Their leader is Alex, known as the Dark King. He has subdued several Alpha werewolves, turning them into his elite forces. His ambition is to conquer the Werewolves Kingdom. Alex is notorious for his cruelty – m

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

“There’s more. We didn’t just find spies. We found sigils carved into the inner foundations. Old runes. Blood runes. The kind that summon the Forsaken.” Jared’s face turned to stone. “That’s impossible. Those creatures haven’t walked the realm since the Burning War.” “Tell that to the corpse we found in the granary,” Damon replied. “Its heart was missing. And its eyes were sewn shut.” A long silence followed. Elias started laughing. “You think Xavier fears your blades? He’s raising the dead, Rhea. And you’re standing in a fortress that’s already cursed. You don’t win this.”

Hungrier. Mira’s eyes widened. “They brought the Forsaken.” Lila cursed. “The what?” “Wolves that gave up their humanity completely,” Mira explained quickly. “They are more beast than wolf now. Extremely dangerous. Someone must have promised them the child.” Damien pushed himself in front of me. “How many?” “Too many,” Mira said. “We cannot fight them here. We have to run.” But it was already too late. Dark shapes burst out from the trees below us. These wolves were bigger, with patchy fur and wild, crazed eyes. They moved like they had nothing left to lose.

He cut himself off, turning away as if the weight of the truth was too much to bear. Ava’s heart twisted. She could feel it—his pain, his guilt. “Hayden, talk to me. What are you hiding?” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly wrestling with something deep inside. “The furies... they aren’t just after you.” His voice was barely a whisper, thick with pain. “They’ve been torturing me ever since I let you return to the real world. They want my power, Ava. They want to take control of the Underworld.”

I hadn't even gotten to call them Dad and Mom yet. I did see my foster parents again, however, when I was sixteen and I was tasked with killing my first targets. They were my first.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

I hoped they wouldn’t be annoying; I’d never had a neighbor before. I twist the key inside the doorknob and step inside. My eyes scan the space quickly, making sure it had the basic things, a studio with a kitchen, bed, and living room. All fully furnished and relatively clean. Being a werewolf meant things weren’t ever really clean to us, not with our noses picking up every underlying scent. I shut the door behind me, dropped my backpack, and opened the duffel bag to let Blaze hop out. He looks around before looking up at me, as if asking if this was our new home. The silent question tears at my chest a bit.