Forbidden Legend Novels & Stories

If anybody defaults or refuse to be present on the day of the celebration, such fellow, I will gladly waste publicly. Rule number three. As a result of the abomination you committed by having sex with your sister, that made you go on exile and you still wish to start a family with her by getting married to her legally, you all will follow such pattern. For this, all of your descendants must get married to their siblings or cousins or their relations. As far as nobody get married outside the family, you all are safe but if somebody breaks the rule and decides to get married to an outsider, someone that is not from the Wellspring family, such fellow will be gruesomely wasted.

Liam said, his voice filled with uncertainty. The woman nodded and replied, "I understand. It is not an easy task. But it can be done. You must collect evidence, proof that the lycan king was responsible for the war. When you have gathered all the facts, you must present them to the seers of both species." Liam was taken aback by her words. "How can I possibly find evidence? The only place where I could possibly find any is the place that is forbidden. It's located in my father's pack, and I cannot go back there."

Heat rushes through me, and my legs shake. He groans. “Damn, I'm close.” "Release inside," I screamed the exact same words I heard maids speak, and I felt his cum fill me. He moved back and sat back on his chair and I tried to stand, but my legs felt like jelly. His face was the last thing I saw before my darkness enveloped me.

She smiled. “What’s your promise?” Eileen asked. She gulped and smiled at her. “We both have forbidden promises. Do you know anything about them?” Tony asked. Eileen shook her head, she can’t tell them what she knows about Luke. “There were two types of forbidden promises: the killing promise and the strengthening promise. Forbidden promises are different from ordinary promises. Forbidden promises are a rare type of magic, you can only have a forbidden promise if it’s running to your blood. One of the forbidden promises, which is the strengthening promise, is running in our blood.” She explained.

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

"What if he was chosen for a reason? The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, Father. If I have him, he must be special." Alpha Draven sneered, then turned. "The Moon goddess gives us free will. She makes mistakes, and this is one of them." My fingers dug into my palm. "You're wrong, Father.The Moon goddess never makes a mistake.I felt it as soon as I saw him. The bond captivated me in a way I'd never experienced before. He's my Mate, so I won't give that up." My father's silence was heavy and dangerous. Then, with a cold expression on his face, he turned. "Then he must Reject you."

I clinged to them desperately, afraid that if I let them slip away, I’ll lose my connection to him forever. A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I turned and saw my advisor, Lucian, standing in the doorway. Lucian has been a loyal friend and confidant, one of the few people I could trust completely. “Your Majesty,” Lucian said, his voice low and respectful. “The council is waiting for you. We need to discuss the situation with the Lycanthropes.” I nod, a sense of dread settling in my stomach. The Lycanthropes have always been a thorn in our side, our ancient enmity with them flaring up time and again. Negotiations have been tense, and I know that one misstep could lead to war.

Elara looked at the Blood Moon. “I’m tired of being protected by lies.” The wind moved through the valley. The mark on her hand burned brighter. And for a moment, every wolf felt it. Not dominance. Not fear. Authority. The kind that came from something older than packs. Older than war. Older than memory. The Forgotten Moon had returned. But it had not returned as a legend. It had returned as a girl who wanted answers. And that made her more dangerous than anyone realized. Because legends could be controlled.