All Chapters of FORBIDDEN ROMANCE: A KISS OF BLOOD & MOONLIGHT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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THE DAUGHTER OF VALERION

Steel clashed against steel as blades met under the blood moon. Sparks burst from the impact, illuminating the darkened courtyard of Blackthorne Keep. Shadows danced across the ancient stone as Princess Azrael twisted, parried, and struck—each movement a precise answer to the fury of her opponent.Raphael lunged again, his silver hair whipping through the air like a streak of lightning. Azrael ducked, narrowly avoiding the edge of his blade as it sliced through a strand of her blonde hair.She moved like a shadow incarnate, each step a silent echo of lethal purpose.This was the night of the Eclipsed Moon Trials.And she would not lose.Dressed in a black battle suit, her golden eyes burned with focus. Her breath came steady despite the pain in her arms, despite the bruises already blooming across her ribs. She knew the court watched from the sidelines, cloaked in silence, judging her every move.Raphael circled her with a predator’s grin. “You’re holding back.”“So are you,” Azrael r

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BLOOD FOR BLOOD

The scent of death clung to the air like a curse.Azrael rode in silence, her golden eyes fixed ahead as her party of vampires approached the ruined estate. The once-proud manor stood in eerie stillness, its grand façade marred by claw marks and the dark stains of slaughter. The horses beneath them grew restless, their instincts screaming against the unnatural stillness. Even the wind refused to stir.The moment Azrael dismounted, the full weight of the massacre settled on her. Blood soaked the ground in wide pools, reflecting the moonlight like blackened glass. The bodies—what remained of them—were twisted in grotesque shapes, limbs torn apart, throats ripped open, eyes frozen in expressions of terror.Her warriors, hardened as they were, muttered amongst themselves. This wasn’t just a slaughter. It was a message.Azrael crouched near one of the corpses, her gloved fingers ghosting over the ragged wounds. Deep gashes and massive claw marks. Nothing about this was precise or clean. It

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THE BEAST AND THE BLADE

The battlefield was chaos. Blood and shadows danced beneath the pale light of the moon. Screams of the dying mingled with the snarls of Lycans and the hissing fury of vampires locked in battle.And Azrael was at the heart of it allShe was sped through the darkness, her twin blades glinting in the firelight as she cut through her enemies. A Lycan lunged at her, his claws extended but she sidestepped, slashing deep into his ribs. He howled in pain, but she was already moving, spinning, delivering a second strike to his throat. Blood sprayed across her armor as he collapsed.Another came at her, larger, more experienced. He swung his claws in a wild arc, the weapon slicing through the air with enough force to shatter bone.Azrael ducked, letting the claws pass inches from her head. She retaliated with a precise stab to the back of his knee, bringing him to the ground. Then, without hesitation, she drove her second blade through his skull.Draven strode into the battlefield like a force

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HER SCENT

The scent still lingered.Draven stood at the edge of the battlefield, staring at the bloodstained ground where the vampires had retreated. The scent of death was thick—burnt flesh, charred bodies, and the iron tang of spilled blood. Yet beneath it all, one scent clung to his mind like a curse.Hers.His claws flexed at his sides as he exhaled sharply, trying to rid himself of the memory of her golden eyes, the taste of her power in the air, the way she moved like a shadow given form. He had fought many vampires before, but none like her.And then there was the hesitation.He had her. She was fast, but he was stronger. The fight should have ended the moment he had her pinned but then, in that single heartbeat, his body had stilled. The scent of her, rich and alluring, had wrapped around him like a vice, igniting something primal.A mate bond.The thought made his stomach churn.“No… Impossible.” He thought to himself.Draven’s hands clenched into fists. His father had warned him of th

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THE DANGEROUS PULL

The castle’s corridors stretched endlessly, bathed in the soft glow of torchlight. Shadows danced across the cold stone walls as Azrael moved quietly, her steps measured but her mind far less so. The events of the past night still clung to her thoughts like a plague.Beside her, Eva strolled in effortless elegance. She was a vision of contrast against the darkened halls—draped in white, as she always was. Her silver hair cascaded down her back, moving with an unnatural grace, shimmering faintly as though kissed by moonlight. It was more than hair. It was something living, something attuned to her very essence.When she was calm, it flowed like a river of silk. But when stirred, it moved—lifting, shifting as though charged with unseen power. And now, as Azrael spoke, it quivered ever so slightly."A hesitation?" Eva repeated, her icy blue eyes sharp with intrigue. "From a Lycan?"Azrael exhaled, displeased at the memory. "Do you think I'm making things up?""Not at all," Eva mused. "I'

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THE WEIGHT OF THE BOND

Cyrus remained frozen, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and sheer confusion. His lips parted slightly, but no words came. Draven searched his face, looking for anything. Understanding, judgment, even mockery. But Cyrus was simply... speechless.Draven's voice dropped to a whisper. "Say something."Cyrus took a staggered step back as if needing distance to process what he just heard. He ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply before locking eyes with Draven again. "Are you certain of what you’re saying?"Draven gave a slow, solemn nod.A dry chuckle left Cyrus, but it held no humor. "What are the damned chances of this happening again?"Draven inhaled sharply, already knowing exactly what Cyrus meant. His gaze dropped, and for a moment, he was elsewhere.Flashes of memory struck him like a blade to the gut. His father, ferocious and unyielding, locked in a brutal struggle with his older brother. Bloodied fists. Snarls of rage. His father’s final, merciless strike. T

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THE ALPHA'S DILEMMA

The tension in the great hall was suffocating. The air pulsed with barely restrained fury, a collective storm of grief and rage from the gathered Lycans. The long wooden table at the center of the chamber was filled with Draven’s most trusted warriors, elders, and advisors.The recent vampire ambush had left many dead. Families were grieving. Warriors were demanding justice."This cannot go unanswered!" One of the warriors slammed his fist onto the table, the force rattling the heavy wooden surface."They came into our lands, slaughtered our people, and left as if we were nothing!" another warrior growled, his fists clenching on the table. His voice was thick with anger, his eyes burning. "And we are expected to just sit here and discuss?”Another slammed his mug down, voice rough with grief. "My cousin’s cubs were among the dead."“You expect us to talk?” a third snarled. “While our kin rot in the ground?”A chorus of agreement followed, deep growls rumbling through the gathering."T

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THE DANGEROUS INVITATION

Azrael stood still as the seamstresses fussed over her, adjusting the elaborate gown draped over her form. The upcoming grand celebration demanded perfection in every detail, but she hardly cared. The weight of expectation was familiar, and she had learned long ago how to wear it effortlessly.Eva, lounging nearby in her usual flowing white gown, smirked as she twirled a goblet of bloodwine between her fingers. "You do realize this entire affair will be filled with suitors practically tripping over themselves to impress you, yes?"Azrael exhaled sharply, her golden eyes flashing with mild irritation. "And I’ll reject them as I always do."Eva laughed. "You take too much pleasure in it. I still remember Lord Soren's face when you told him you'd rather set yourself on fire than entertain the thought of getting married to him.”A wicked grin tugged at Azrael’s lips. "He should have known better than to approach me with such dull conversation. If a man wishes to court me, he should at lea

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DRAVEN'S DECISION

The war hall was packed, the tension thick enough to suffocate. The letter from Valerion had arrived that morning. It sat at the center of the long table like a silent predator among them. The room swelled with heated voices—anger, caution, suspicion, and the lingering grief of the lycans they had lost. Draven sat at the head of the long table, listening as the voices of his pack clashed like blades.“We cannot ignore what happened!” one warrior snarled, slamming his fist onto the table. “Our people were slaughtered in the ambush! You think we should just sit at the same table as the leeches responsible?”“This is clearly a trap,” one of the elders growled, his fists clenched. “The vampire king does nothing without purpose. If he’s inviting you, it’s because he believes he holds the advantage.”“Or maybe he wants to prevent war before it truly begins,” another countered. “We’ve already lost good lycans in that ambush. What if we can put an end to this without more bloodshed?”“That’s

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WHEN THE PREDATOR ARRIVES

The grand hall of Castle Blackthorne gleamed under the light of thousands of enchanted candelabras, their glow casting ethereal shadows against towering obsidian pillars. A haunting melody—played by a string ensemble—wove through the air, adding to the splendor of the occasion. The scent of spiced bloodwine and rare perfumes lingered as nobility from all corners of the vampire realm mingled in hushed conversation, their eyes gleaming with hunger—some for power, others for more carnal indulgences.Tonight was not just another gathering. It was the thousandth birthday of the royal twins. A milestone. A proclamation of power.And yet, Azrael found herself less than entertained.Seated at the high table beside Eva, she idly swirled her goblet of bloodwine as yet another suitor attempted to charm her. Lord Sevros, a high-ranking noble with sharp features and an air of arrogance, leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips."Princess Azrael, I must say, your beauty tonight eclipses even the

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