Werewolf The Forsaken Novels & Stories

That doesn't sound like him. Ronan's gaze didn't waver. "It gets more interesting. The scouts believe she's connected to an ancient bloodline. The air in the room seemed to shift. My wolf stirred inside me, its ears perking up at the mention of ancient bloodlines. The old werewolf clans were the stuff of legend—powerful, feared, and thought to be gone. "Are you certain?" I asked, my voice dropping. Ronan nodded. "The details are limited, but it's enough to raise questions. If the rumors are true, she could be more than just a human."

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

And the person who was supposed to save me would have to face something no ordinary wolf could defeat. “Varkros is not just an enemy. He is a powerful demon wolf. He can manipulate darkness, expand it, and swallow everything into the abyss.” A chill ran down my spine. Images of that darkness filled my mind—the way it moved like it was alive, the way it consumed everything in its path without mercy. “As long as he holds your heart, you cannot save yourself. And you cannot save the others.” Those words hurt more than anything else. I tightened my arms around my knees.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov