All Chapters of FORBIDDEN ROMANCE: A KISS OF BLOOD & MOONLIGHT: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The grand doors to the throne room swung open with a deep, resonating creak. All conversation ceased. All eyes turned.Valerion stepped inside first, his tall frame and commanding presence drowning the chamber in an almost suffocating silence. His wine-red eyes gleamed with an eerie light under the glow of the torches lining the vast chamber. Behind him, flanking him on either side, walked Azrael and Raphael—the twin heirs to the vampire throne of Blackthorne. Their long, flowing black cloaks trailed behind them as they moved in perfect unison, like shadows cast by their father’s towering presence.Azrael’s gaze swept across the room as they advanced toward their seats. She noted the court’s reactions, the whispers, the barely concealed expressions of shock, suspicion and in some cases, unease."She seems healthy again.""But the mark is still there.""They were gone for two days. Where did they go?"Azrael kept her expression unreadable, her golden eyes cold as she took her seat. Ra

The wind carried the scent of unfamiliar lycans. The pack’s border patrol had already shifted, standing guard. They howled the signal. The entire pack was alert and waiting.Then, through the mist-draped forest, they came.A procession of riders on massive black steeds, their cloaks billowing like storm clouds behind them. Their armor gleamed faintly under the silver moon, intricate patterns of their lineage etched into the dark metal. The symbol of their pack, a sigil embroidered in black and silver, flared in the wind as they rode through the towering trees toward the heart of the Silver Moon’s territory.At the center of them, was her.Valkyrie.She was striking in every sense—long cascading curls of honey colored hair framed her face, wild yet regal, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance. Her eyes were an uncanny mix of blue and green.She didn't fidget. She didn't hesitate. She owned the space she moved through, each movement was deliberate, each breath measured. Even the

The air in Azrael’s chambers was heavy, thick with the scent of burning candles and the faint metallic trace of dried blood from the half-finished goblet on her bedside table. The room, though grand and adorned with dark velvets and intricate silver embroidery, felt suffocating tonight.Azrael lay sprawled across her massive bed, her black silk robe pooling around her like liquid shadow. Beside her, Eva rested on her side, propping her head up with her hand. She had been listening in silence, but her bright blue eyes gleamed with curiosity as Azrael finally let out a sharp breath."He’s hosting a ball," Azrael muttered, breaking the silence. "And he’s already given my hand in marriage to King Seraphim of Norrix."Eva blinked, then tilted her head. "Why do you sound so furious? This isn’t the first time a suitor has come your way."Azrael let out a bitter laugh, turning to face her friend fully. "That’s exactly why this is different, Eva. Before, they came to me, asking for my hand. Th

The candlelight flickered, casting restless shadows against the stone walls of his chamber. Draven sat on the edge of his bed, one hand braced against his knee, the other clenched into a tight fist. His mind was in turmoil, a storm of emotions that refused to settle. His breath came heavier than it should, his pulse a steady drum of frustration. It had been days. Days since he had sent the letter. Days of silence. Azrael had still not replied. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Her piercing golden gaze, the way her lips would curve in disdain when she was scheming, the sharp wit in her voice. He could almost hear her calling him a fool, chastising him for putting himself in this situation. "Is she angry with me?" That thought gnawed at him more than anything else. "Has she decided I'm not worth the trouble?" He gritted his teeth, running a hand through his hair. No. Azrael wouldn't just ignore something like this unless—unless something was preventing her from respond

Valerion sat upon his elevated throne, his presence commanding as ever, wine-red eyes sharp as he observed Seraphim’s approach. He didn't stand, nor did he offer a warm greeting. Respect had to be earned in this court.Seraphim strode forward, his heavy fur-lined cape trailing behind him. When he reached the base of the dais, he bowed—not too deeply, just enough to acknowledge the Vampire King’s authority without diminishing his own.“King Valerion.” His voice was smooth, confident, and carried easily through the vast ballroom. “It is an honor to stand in your court.”Valerion tilted his head slightly, observing him as though he were some rare specimen. “King Seraphim. I trust your journey was comfortable?”“The roads to your kingdom are well-kept. And your lands are as formidable as the tales say.” Seraphim’s lips curved ever so slightly. “Though I suspect the real spectacle of the evening awaits.”His gaze slid past Valerion, settling upon Azrael.A deliberate pause.Azrael, dressed