Daughter Of Forsaken. - tulip - Wattpad

Story cover for Daughter Of Forsaken. by tulip_light

Daughter Of Forsaken.

Reads 91
Votes 3
Parts 29
Time 1h 11m

Reads 91
Votes 3
Parts 29
Time 1h 11m

dark darkfantasy darkforest darkmagic darkness fantasy fantasyadventure fantasycreatures imagination tuliplight

Six kingdoms once ruled the world-each with power tied to the elements:
Light. Air. Earth. Water. Fire. And Darkness.

But darkness was feared.
So they destroyed it.

The Kingdom of Noctis was erased in a single brutal alliance. Its royals executed. Its name forbidden. Its people wiped from existence.
At least... that's what the world believes.

Now, years later, Ignisra-the Kingdom of Fire-has broken the fragile peace.
It conquers with flame, one kingdom at a time, hungry for full control.

The others bow.
The world burns.
And in the ruins of history... something stirs.

A girl.
Hidden deep in a cursed forest.
Raised by the monsters the world forgot.
Marked by a bloodline no one remembers.
Carrying a power no one is prepared for.

She doesn't know who she is.
The world doesn't know she exists.
But soon... they will.All Rights Reserved

dark darkfantasy darkforest darkmagic darkness fantasy fantasyadventure fantasycreatures imagination tuliplight

Table of contents

29 parts

Sign up to add Daughter Of Forsaken. to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 by JazstStories_

Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.

The Veil Between Shadows by SW_Silent_Whispers

In a kingdom hidden beneath mist and moonlight, Aira Cruz holds the last spark of light magic - the kind that can save or destroy everything she loves. But when fate binds her to Kael Dela Vega, a knight cursed by shadows, their worlds begin to unravel. Light and darkness were never meant to meet... yet destiny has other plans. As ancient powers awaken and secrets rise from the fog, Aira and Kael must decide - will they fight for the kingdom's survival, or for the forbidden bond growing between them? 🌘 "Some destinies are written in light... others in the dark between."

The Cursed Prince by 00reader6002

In a kingdom where curses are more than mere fairy tales, an ancient castle stands hidden behind walls of dark thorns, forgotten by all but the bravest and the most foolish. For within those shadowed halls slumbers a prince cursed by his own heart's betrayal. Once a ruler feared for his power and beauty, he now lies in a spellbound sleep, imprisoned by a vengeful sorceress who demanded a price for his cruelty: eternal rest, unless someone awakens him and binds their fate to his. Mira has never believed in fairy tales. Life in her village is one of harsh reality, where survival depends on wit and willpower. But when her family's future hangs in the balance, she's driven to the one place her people have always feared. Rumors of a sleeping prince and a curse that can be broken are all she has to go on, yet desperation leaves her no choice. But awakening the prince sets a far greater plan in motion, and the darkness she thought she'd face is only the beginning. Now, bound to a prince whose shadows dance with danger and desire, Mira must learn to navigate a world of magic, betrayal, and a fate that pulls them both toward something neither can escape. The only question is, who will break first-the girl with fire in her veins or the prince whose heart has long since turned to stone?

The Dark Fire(C) by Dealova94

"Dark Fire, the place where a group lives. A place that is under the symmetry of the earth, and this place, no man has ever known. Whoever he is, if he finds out about this place, he will be killed by our group. And it turns out, that's true. He know. She is the person I love. My only wish is to become human. So, I am willing to turn my body into a half human being in order to feel human. Even though the ritual hurt, it was like I lost half my life. But, I've been strong in heart. And it turns out, I did. I became human even for a limited time. From there, I met a man. The son of Adam I love. And by chance, he knows the secret to Dark Fire. Everything he knows. I tried to hide it so that he wouldn't be killed. Because this is my fault. And my biggest mistake is letting my heart love the son of Adam.Dark fire, a place where there is little light. Only one torch lamp from each distance of 10 meters. After that, just install a new torch. My area is indeed dark. We sleep during the day and work at night. Nocturnal, that's what they call it. We are not animals, not plants, or humans. But, we have the same heart and feelings as humans. Only, the world separates our class, and human class. " Dark Fire Princess Note.

hollow souls by pearlescennnn

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 is a mystery wrapped in darkness no one dares to unravel. Pain and sin have been etched into his skin, coursing through his veins like poison. Broken and battered more times than he can count, his soul carries silent scars few will ever see, scars born from horrors no one should survive. He was forged in cruelty, dragged through self-destruction and numbness, with death lurking just beyond his grasp since the moment his life slipped away. Salvation? He never wanted it. Sex was the only friend who stayed. 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 was once radiant, a bright light in a dark world, but now she's a hollow shell of numbness and despair. What stole her spark left her empty, drowning in a sea of pain she can barely swim through. The world feels distant, like something she watches through glass, untouched and untouchable. Desperate to feel anything, she turns to the bottle and the burn of her own scars. An angel's face with the devil's tongue, she's sin personified, broken beyond repair yet still unyielding. Their lives are raw wounds, bleeding into each other with every fight, every reckless touch. They destroy and salvage one another in a vicious cycle - he feels too much, and she feels nothing at all. Together, they are pain made flesh, sin made real, bound by a fierce, painful love that neither can escape. Can two hollow souls find salvation in each other, or are they doomed to break forever?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬:- War Among relations by writemj

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 Battle 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬' ೃ⁀➷" what is wrong loving a devil as long the devil love you the way he loves hell ' Beneath the polished halls of an elite university, a storm brews, its fury waiting to explode. Rivalries smolder, secrets rot in the dark, and power is the blood-soaked prize everyone will kill for. Secrets are the currency they trade, and power is the blood that keeps them alive. At the heart of it all stands Aisha Sharma fierce, unpredictable, and a force that no one sees coming. With a past steeped in darkness and a soul carved by betrayal, she is more than just a player in this deadly game. She is the storm they never anticipated. In a world where the students are heirs to empires, power-hungry and ruthless, manipulation is second nature, and trust is a currency too expensive to afford. Everyone plays a role, hides a secret, and sharpens their knives in the dark. Yet none of them are prepared for what Aisha brings to the table, a force that can shatter their carefully built facades and ignite chaos like they've never known. But what they don't know is that the true threat is lurking just beyond their grasp. The Dead Squad twisted survivors of a cruel and horrific past have returned. Their vengeance is sharp, their fury unquenchable, and they will stop at nothing to burn everything to the ground. And above them all, an ancient, ruthless organization, built on manipulation and fear, pulls the strings from the shadows, as its monstrous creations break free to hunt those they once called their own. And survival? It demands more than strength, it demands a sacrifice that no one can escape. In this ruthless battle for the throne, where betrayal cuts deeper than any blade and power is the most dangerous prize who will outwit, outlast, and rise from the shadows to claim victory in a game where survival itself is a deadly gamble?

The Fall of Vequera by storiesbyandy_

18 chapters available • the rest are available on Patreon Book one in "The Reign of The Flame" series "If she became queen, she would be the end of us all." A disinherited princess and a kingdom on the verge of ruin. The birth of twins were once a joyous occasion in Vequera but in the year 602 C.E, it was anything but. A first-born daughter with a golden eye and a second-born son. The realm feared what the daughter would be capable of. None knew of her power or what she would do in the future if she became queen, so the throne was given to the second son in hopes he would save their house from possible ruin. Over the course of her life, she was neglected by her mother for being different like the "demons of the west." She began to harden as the years passed her by and the abuse she endured intensified until one day, she snapped, killing someone. The queen sends her away in order to keep the nobles at bay but little did she know that her decision to do so would cause the fall of everything she held dear. The fall of Vequera. Cover made by @glvendae MILESTONES 100 READS - 01/22/23 500 READS - 03/01/23 1k READS - 03/02/23 5K READS - 04/16/23 10K READS - 07/29/23 15K READS - 04/21/24 #14 in weneeddiversity - 02/01/23 #23 in dark fantasy - 04/17/23 #10 in sibling rivalry - 05/11/23 #1 in sibling rivalry - 05/16/23 #1 in dragons - 05/18/23 #2 in dark fantasy - 05/19/23 #58 in war - 06/27/23 © All Rights reserved by storiesbyandy

ZXXAGA'S SHADOW: BOOK ONE OF THE JAOJI SERIES by _Axeemah_

He was never meant to survive the storm. Born through blood, fire, and forbidden magic, Parele has lived his life in the shadows of a world that has long forgotten his name. But the vine-mark across his skin speaks of a power older than kingdoms, and a truth buried beneath the ruins of a sealed prophecy. As the storms return and ancient spirits stir, Parele begins to hear the call of something locked deep within him-something that should not wake. The Maze of Madness folds. The dragons grow restless. And whispers of the Xeiry rise again. But Parele is not the only one pulled by fate. Across the realm, four strangers-each haunted by their own secrets-are drawn into the storm, unaware that their paths are about to entwine. One carries flame. One hears the dead. One was born beneath no star. And one already died. The world is breaking. The boy with the vine may be its last hope... or its first curse. In the shadow of Zxxaga, all things perish... even death.

The Devil's Crybaby by Alywinter

She was ordinary. Fragile. Timid. The kind of girl who flinched at loud voices, hid behind her hands, and spent her days wrapped in the comfort of quiet dreams and the gentle embrace of nature. Life was safe. Predictable. Until it wasn't. One night, everything shattered. A man with cold, unfeeling eyes and blood on his hands came for her. Dragged her from her bed at midnight. Pulled her into a world she didn't understand. A stranger, merciless and silent, became her captor. And he wouldn't explain why. He was everything she feared. Brutal. Unforgiving. Dark in a way that made the air around him feel sharp. He lived only for one person. His brother, a man who had lost an eye because of him, a debt he carried like a curse. And the reason she was here? That brother had seen her at a wedding. Whispers of desire had crossed the wrong ears, and in that instant, her life was stolen without question. She begged. Pleaded. Tried to understand. He remained cold, unyielding, untouchable. And in her confusion, she convinced herself of a story that wasn't true: that he must love her. That beneath the rough edges, the anger, the cruelty, there was a man capable of tenderness. She fell for him. Hopelessly. Recklessly. Entirely. She followed him, confessed to him, clung to the faintest glimpses of softness she thought she saw. Every protective gesture, every glance of anger, every violent act she witnessed, she misread them all as love. But she was wrong. She was never meant to be his. She was a gift. A possession to be delivered to someone else. And by the time the truth claws through her illusions, her heart has already been claimed by the wrong man. Two brothers. One woman. And in the shadowed corners of their world, where darkness is law and nightmares are real, the game of obsession, and forbidden love begins.

Dragonfire by Iluna-_05

After her family is killed by the corrupt elite of Knox Tyra, the greatest nation in the world, Itsuki Saori vows to take revenge. Things swiftly go wrong, however, when a malfunctioned summoning leads to the destruction of the world capital, and the most powerful magic of all falling into her hands... With the power to wield dragonfire, her journey for revenge becomes a journey for survival, as an ancient cult who worships such magic vows to hunt her down. The cult of Nocturne, known for their ability to appear from any shadow, any molecule of darkness, even the color black itself, will stop at nothing to claim dragonfire from her. Hunted everywhere she goes, and isolated from her companions, she must find allies and a means to fight back swiftly. Not to win, but to survive. For it is not just the cult who is hunting her... Hounded by a horror from beyond the mortal plane, she must find solace in even the darkest, and cruelest of people. She must find help, and she must survive. No matter the cost. She must survive...

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 cover

The Veil Between Shadows cover

The Cursed Prince cover

The Dark Fire(C) cover

hollow souls cover

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬:- War Among relations cover

The Fall of Vequera cover

ZXXAGA'S SHADOW: BOOK ONE OF THE JAOJI SERIES cover

The Devil's Crybaby cover

Dragonfire cover

𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.