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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 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 One
The grey, almost black sky covered the beautiful field of lush looking flowers. The wind carrying the perfumed scent along. It was wild and beautiful and carried the scent of roses and tulips and wild berries plucked fresh out of the green trees.It was warm and innocent and and a lively atmosphere, full of naivety and heart's desires.Out there was a young beautiful girl, hopping along in her long skirt made from the finest of silk fabric that was the utmost soft to the touch--almost like velvety rose petals. Her dark long hair braided with flowers hung over her delicate, ivory skinned shoulders, begging to be admired. She went on collecting the tiny daisies and tulips and roses in her hands, all until they were full and she couldn't carry anymore. She was happy. Ecstatic. Warm and content. She'd always been happy around mother nature and her range of beauty starting from the delicate flowers in her hands and the huge, looming trees that stood all around her like a big, protective
Forsaken Two
• Ava's POV •"It's high time now, Ava." Zoe spoke up. "I think you should hook-up with some other guy."I inwardly cringed at her words, trying my best not to scrunch up my nose in the process as I moved along the busy cafeteria line, my lunch tray clutched in my hands."Honestly, I never knew you were a one night stand kind of person," Elliot spoke up behind me, "but there's this party tonight at Owen's–"I placed my lunch tray on our table and slumped down with a small groan. "Elliot, I'm not trying to hook-up with someone when I have a boyfriend."He frowned at me before sitting down across from me. Meanwhile, Zoe sat down beside me. The leather bands around her wrists thudding lightly against the table."Well, why are we talking about hook-ups then?" Elliot asked, running a hand through his dark blond hair, pushing them back. I glanced over his shoulder, not surprised to see two random girls giving him the candy looks.Since Elliot had the looks and all, girls swooned over him wa
Forsaken Three
• Ava's POV •We were all set for ditching the party.Until I realized about a big, major problem.Ian.How was I supposed to ditch him too? Especially now that we were having those relationship doubts all of a sudden.Were we?Whatever it was, I needed to let him know how I wouldn't be here at this party. And how he shouldn't come here either. Which was just plain stupid but I needed to tell him something before leaving."Hey." Answered an unfamiliar voice from the other end when I called Ian. Just hearing that voice, answering his call, made something churn inside my stomach.Oh Lord."Ian?" I asked in a small confused voice.I very much knew how that wasn't Ian. I knew how that was a girl's voice answering his phone. Not just any girl. That very much sounded like Charlotte.You know he's into that Charlotte chick."He is busy. Who are you?" She asked.I furrowed my brows at that. I didn't know whether I felt hurt or not. Not because of Charlotte not recognizing my voice. But becaus
Forsaken Four
• Ava's POV •"What?" I asked.Grandma ignored my sudden surprise and spoke up, "It is said to be formed in the Underworld." I refrained myself from groaning out loud when I heard her say that. "And stolen from there."I looked at her this time, instead of the black gemstone. "Who stole it?"The thought of somebody stealing something from the Underworld, more or less a human, was crazy."Nobody knows." She sounded very much genuine saying that. As if Underworld even existed. "Many believe it was formed by the dark Furies who went against Hades. They formed this stone for Persephone."I scrunched up my nose at that. It always intrigued me, the stories grandma believed in. But I could still never make myself believe in them."Right." I nodded slowly. "And who are the Furies?"A small smile tugged on her lips as she pulled the shawl closer against her. There was always this warm aura around her, something that made me feel at ease. More than any other family member of mine."The dark sou
Forsaken Five
Ava's POV:I couldn't move.For a whole wide second, I couldn't move. And then I jerked up, gasping for air. Everything rotated in front of my eyes. I had to blink several times before my vision readjusted.A small whimper escaped my lips. I couldn't feel the pain. But at the same time, I could. It felt extremely strange.Looking around, I realized how I had been laying down on the grass. We were surrounded by trees. And the sun was nowhere in sight.It was still night.Will.As if sudden realization hit me, I stood up immediately. Part of me wanted to wince out loud in pain. But there was no pain.When I was completely standing, I looked around for my car. I remembered the sudden crash. I remembered how I was inside that car.How come I was laying on the grass then?God, where was Will?It took me seconds before I spotted the car. The front was smashed against a tall tree trunk. That wasn't what bothered me."Will!" I heard my shout before I ran towards the passenger door. I couldn't
Forsaken Six
Ava's POV:It had been almost half an hour since I had woken up. I was in a room. A very big room. And that scared me so much that my legs had refused to get up.There was no window. Just a black door. This whole room would've been pitch black if it wouldn't have been the dark grey gloom coming from the ceiling. The transparent ceiling overlooking a stormy, grey sky.I once again found myself clutching the silk black sheet over me. The bed was huge. With a couch in the corner. And a glass table at the other corner. The walls were white. Almost grey.The only thing keeping me from screaming out loud were my clothes. At least, they were the same clothes I had worn in that party. The party at our house.Mom.I didn't even realize how I had started crying. Unclenching my hands from the sheets, I covered my face with them.This wasn't fine. This was wrong. I shouldn't be here. Where was I? Why was I in a room? What if that boy had kidnapped me?Oh my God, what was he going to do with me?A
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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
