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Forsaken Fourteen
Ava's POV:Coming back from the dead wasn't as easy as it sounded.You would come back, of course, you would once again be able to look at and feel the lively surroundings—see your friends and family, feel the life coursing through your veins. But no such thing came without a price.I didn't know what that price was at first. But then the hollow feeling in my chest seemed to increase and increase, slow and fast at the same time until it felt like I would burst. As if I had lost—left something back in the Underworld.As if something still remained dead inside me.My parents were beyond happy when I woke up from the month-long coma. All I could feel was happiness and relief around me when I woke up. But at the same time, I couldn't really, truly feel it.I was so happy to see Mom again. And dad. And Will. Even my best friends came to see me along with so many other people I didn’t even recognize. It was overwhelming, but in the end, I was just glad, relieved, that I wasn’t still stuck i
Forsaken Fifteen
A few days later, I found a chance - an opening to visit my Grandma. In retrospect, I shouldn't have done that. It was an absurd thing to do especially when no one sane would’ve expected me to do something so closely related to the accident - to my near death experience, as the doctors called it. But grandma was someone I found comfort in. Her house felt like more of a home to me than the huge mansion I lived in. Grandma didn’t make me feel confined. She knew me - she really, really knew me. Mainly because my new life back at home felt as reclusive as it hadn't been before. I mean, it had been awful before but now even more.I constantly had to steer away from my mom because all she did was check on me and my health and whether I was doing okay. That would've been welcoming only if she wasn't constantly pestering me to eat and look good because her dear guests kept on coming. She wouldnt give me a chance to just breathe, to just be by myself. It was like she was scared of finding me g
Forsaken Sixteen
The first day of school had begun with a sense of trepidation that clung to me like an unshakable fog. I'd pleaded with mom for this chance, the opportunity to relive the year with a fresh start, and it seemed that the universe had a plan of its own.From the moment I had woken up that morning, a feeling of unease settled over me. The sunlight streaming through my window felt too harsh, and even my breakfast cereal tasted different, as if the world had tilted on its axis. It was as if the very fabric of my existence was shifting.My silver bracelet had never acted like this before. The obsidian stones, which hung from it, had started to warm against my skin, an eerie sensation that sent shivers down my spine. It was as though the stones were trying to warn me of something ominous lurking in the shadows.At school, my unease only grew. Around every corner, my bracelet seemed to heat up, making me wonder if I was walking into some sort of magical minefield. I cautiously navigated the cr
Forsaken Seventeen
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow upon my room. I had hoped for a fresh start, free from the darkness of the previous day's events. But as I stirred in my bed, I could feel the weight of a fever settling in. My head throbbed, and my body ached as if a shroud of sickness had descended upon me.The events of yesterday, the confrontation with Ryan, and the revelation about my connection to the supernatural world had left me emotionally drained. My mother, always the socialite, had insisted on dragging me to a charity event, even when she saw that I was unwell. She believed that attending such gatherings was essential for our family's image.The grand charity event took place near a serene lake on the outskirts of town. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, and the water glistened in the sunlight. My mother was deep in conversation with other affluent guests, oblivious to my discomfort. I tried to put on a facade of wellness, but I
Forsaken Eighteen
It had been a few days since the chilling encounter at the charity event by the lake. The events of that night had left me shaken, and I couldn't shake the feeling that a sinister force was closing in on me. The bracelet with its obsidian stones and the enigmatic connection to the Underworld had become a heavy burden I carried, and I found myself longing for a sense of normalcy.On a quiet afternoon, my grandmother came to visit with an air of unease about her. Her normally cheerful demeanor had been replaced by a sense of foreboding. She had been having troubling dreams, she told me, dreams that were filled with darkness and whispered warnings. Her charms and divinations, passed down through generations, were telling her that something ominous loomed over our family, and, most importantly, over me."Darling," she said, her eyes searching mine with concern, "something is amiss. The charms have been restless, and the dreams have been haunting me. Have you noticed anything unusual? Have
Forsaken Nineteen
It was a warm summer evening, and my mother had spared no expense to celebrate my birthday. The grand ballroom of our mansion was adorned with opulent decorations, and the chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. The air was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversations as the well-dressed crowd mingled.The party was a lavish affair, a spectacle designed to showcase our family's status and wealth. My mother had invited an array of influential people, and the mansion's gardens were transformed into a wonderland of twinkling lights, flower arrangements, and tables laden with gourmet delights.Despite the grandeur of the celebration, I found myself retreating from the crowd, excusing myself with a polite smile and a promise to return shortly. The truth was, I felt like a mere observer in this extravagant display. The faces around me were familiar but distant, and the smiles and well-wishes only served to remind me of the enigmatic wo
Forsaken Twenty
My mother's relentless pursuit of a marriage arrangement had reached a fevered pitch, and I found myself trapped in a web of expectations and obligations that threatened to smother me. The rich family boy she had chosen as my prospective groom came from a background as opulent as our own, and the alliance was deemed advantageous for our family business.It was an arrangement my mother had been working on diligently, convinced that it would offer me stability and security after the harrowing near-death experience that had marked my life. Her intentions were well-meaning, but the weight of her expectations pressed down on me, making me feel like a pawn in a game I had no desire to play.The news of this impending marriage was a suffocating revelation, and I couldn't bear the thought of a life mapped out for me, devoid of choice and autonomy. Panic gripped my heart, and I knew I needed an escape from the stifling confines of my world.I had heard about a crowded bar on the outskirts of t
Forsaken Twenty One
I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.I glanced at my bracelet, the obsidian stones now cool against my skin. They’d stopped heating up, but the memories of their warmth haunted me. Every time they had glowed, I had felt something lurking—something close, as if the furies were watching me from the shadows, ready to strike again. And they had. More than once.Hayden hadn’t been around as much since their last confrontation, and that absence gnawed at me. I had told myself I didn’t need him to face my problems, that I could handle it all alone. But the truth was, she missed him—missed the way he seemed to ground me when the world spun out of control.A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I knew who it was ev
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Forsaken Twenty Six
The morning came too soon, the first rays of light filtering through the dark clouds that always seemed to hang over the Underworld. I lay in Hayden’s arms, my body still warm from the night before, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to feel at peace.Hayden’s chest rose and fell rhythmically beneath my cheek, and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. It was a sound I never wanted to stop hearing, a rhythm that had quickly become the anchor to the storm that had taken over my life.But even in this moment of tranquility, my thoughts were a tangled mess. Last night had changed things between us in ways I wasn’t even sure I could fully understand yet. The connection we had felt when we made love—it had been more than just physical. There was something deeper, something primal that bound us together now.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and stared up at the ceiling of the cavern we had taken shelter in. The flickering shadows danced across
Forsaken Twenty Five
The silence after the battle with the furies clung to the air like the oppressive weight of a storm that had yet to pass. My heart still raced in my chest, and though Hayden stood before me, the sword he had wielded so fiercely was now lowered, his body stiff with tension. His eyes, sharp and blazing with that fierce protective fire, met mine. For a moment, I felt a swell of relief wash over me.But that feeling was short-lived. A dark presence still lingered, and though the furies had been driven away for now, I could feel their eyes on us from afar, watching, waiting. My body trembled, not just from fear, but from something deeper—a growing realization that no matter what, they weren’t going to stop.“Are you alright?” Hayden’s voice, though steady, held an undercurrent of tension.I nodded slowly, though I wasn’t sure if I was answering him truthfully. Physically, I was unharmed, but inside, my mind was a whirlwind. Everything that had just happened—it left me shaken. The furies ha
Forsaken Twenty Four
The air in the Underworld was different tonight. It was heavier, pressing down on my chest with every breath, as if the very atmosphere knew what was coming. Hayden and I had been hiding, waiting in this barren wasteland, but I could feel it in my bones—we were running out of time. The furies were close, closer than ever before, and the silence of this place only heightened the tension coiled within me.I hadn’t slept well. My dreams had been filled with twisted images, of flames and green-eyed creatures whispering my name. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the furies, their distorted faces grinning as they reached for me, their claws outstretched to rip me apart. I woke up several times in a cold sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs, the sense of dread lingering long after the dream had faded.But there was no time to dwell on nightmares. Not here. Not with the threat of the furies hanging over us like a storm ready to break.I sat up, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoul
Forsaken Twenty Three
The cold air hit me like a wave as we crossed through the portal, the world on the other side unfamiliar and foreboding. My chest tightened as I looked around, trying to orient myself. Nothing felt right. Everything seemed darker here, the sky an endless stretch of stormy clouds swirling above. My pulse quickened."Where are we?" I whispered, my voice barely cutting through the silence.Hayden was beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly, but his expression was distant, unreadable. He didn't answer right away. He just stood there, his body stiff, tension rolling off him in waves. I wanted to pull him closer, ask him again, but something held me back. Maybe it was the way his eyes narrowed as he scanned the landscape, or maybe it was the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind.It was like the very air here was charged with something dark, something old. I could feel it beneath my skin, a low hum that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end."It's a place in the Underworld," H
Forsaken Twenty Two
The fire between them simmered, lingering in the air long after they had pulled away. Hayden’s hands slid from Ava’s waist, but the magnetic pull remained. Ava could see it in his eyes—the unspoken desire, the fear that came with it. The battle wasn’t just against the furies; it was within themselves too. And right now, they had reached a precipice, standing at the edge of something inevitable.Ava shifted slightly, her gaze flickering toward the window where the faint glow of twilight crept through the curtains. The world outside seemed quiet, almost too quiet, as if it were holding its breath for what would come next.“They won’t stop, will they?” Ava’s voice broke the silence. She wasn’t asking a question, more so confirming the dark truth they both knew. The furies would never stop. Not until they had Hayden’s power, not until they tore them apart.Hayden’s jaw tightened as he stared into the distance. “No,” he admitted. “They’re relentless.”Ava swallowed hard. “Then we don’t hav
Forsaken Twenty One
I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.I glanced at my bracelet, the obsidian stones now cool against my skin. They’d stopped heating up, but the memories of their warmth haunted me. Every time they had glowed, I had felt something lurking—something close, as if the furies were watching me from the shadows, ready to strike again. And they had. More than once.Hayden hadn’t been around as much since their last confrontation, and that absence gnawed at me. I had told myself I didn’t need him to face my problems, that I could handle it all alone. But the truth was, she missed him—missed the way he seemed to ground me when the world spun out of control.A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I knew who it was ev
Forsaken Twenty
My mother's relentless pursuit of a marriage arrangement had reached a fevered pitch, and I found myself trapped in a web of expectations and obligations that threatened to smother me. The rich family boy she had chosen as my prospective groom came from a background as opulent as our own, and the alliance was deemed advantageous for our family business.It was an arrangement my mother had been working on diligently, convinced that it would offer me stability and security after the harrowing near-death experience that had marked my life. Her intentions were well-meaning, but the weight of her expectations pressed down on me, making me feel like a pawn in a game I had no desire to play.The news of this impending marriage was a suffocating revelation, and I couldn't bear the thought of a life mapped out for me, devoid of choice and autonomy. Panic gripped my heart, and I knew I needed an escape from the stifling confines of my world.I had heard about a crowded bar on the outskirts of t
Forsaken Nineteen
It was a warm summer evening, and my mother had spared no expense to celebrate my birthday. The grand ballroom of our mansion was adorned with opulent decorations, and the chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. The air was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversations as the well-dressed crowd mingled.The party was a lavish affair, a spectacle designed to showcase our family's status and wealth. My mother had invited an array of influential people, and the mansion's gardens were transformed into a wonderland of twinkling lights, flower arrangements, and tables laden with gourmet delights.Despite the grandeur of the celebration, I found myself retreating from the crowd, excusing myself with a polite smile and a promise to return shortly. The truth was, I felt like a mere observer in this extravagant display. The faces around me were familiar but distant, and the smiles and well-wishes only served to remind me of the enigmatic wo
Forsaken Eighteen
It had been a few days since the chilling encounter at the charity event by the lake. The events of that night had left me shaken, and I couldn't shake the feeling that a sinister force was closing in on me. The bracelet with its obsidian stones and the enigmatic connection to the Underworld had become a heavy burden I carried, and I found myself longing for a sense of normalcy.On a quiet afternoon, my grandmother came to visit with an air of unease about her. Her normally cheerful demeanor had been replaced by a sense of foreboding. She had been having troubling dreams, she told me, dreams that were filled with darkness and whispered warnings. Her charms and divinations, passed down through generations, were telling her that something ominous loomed over our family, and, most importantly, over me."Darling," she said, her eyes searching mine with concern, "something is amiss. The charms have been restless, and the dreams have been haunting me. Have you noticed anything unusual? Have
