Forbidden Legend Novels & Stories

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.

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.

she hummed, a swirl of a dark cloud dancing around her fingertips. Legion remained stoic, steady eyes searching hers with the utmost displeasure. A foot apart from the witch seemed to be drowning his senses in the foul stench by which dark magic left. Something that displeased both him and Xeric. "If I did desire a play of magic into certain things, I would certainly not be foolish enough to opt for the darkest of its kind," Legion gritted, lifting his gaze from the witch. His eyes darted to the closed door, "Not while you hold a prisoner behind this very door."

**Tharion** The symbol continued to smolder in the earth as if the sacred fire refused to erase it. The black marks, curved like claws, pulsed with an energy that was not of this world. I didn’t need the sages to confirm what I already knew. “Forbidden magic,” I growled, glaring at the elders gathered in the council chamber. “Pure darkness.” My hands clenched the edge of the stone table. The name that echoed through the investigations burned my throat every time I heard it.

He looked at the blooming red flowers, then at my scaled arms, a dark, complicated pride in his grey eyes. “The Forsaken have already begun the march south,” Lucien said, gesturing to the ridgeline where the charcoal-painted warriors were silhouetted against the dawn. “They feel the change in the air. The grey rot in their veins is gone. You’ve given them back their lives, sister. But you’ve also given them a legend they’ll spend the next thousand years trying to understand.” “I didn't do it for the legend, Lucien,” I said.

Ophelia said. "Study them?" Felix's curiosity spiked. "What do you mean? Are you saying there's some kind of secret to these Forbidden Lands?" Ophelia smiled faintly. "That's right. The people of Martial City call them Forbidden Lands because they're tied to matters of the soul. No matter how powerful a warrior you are, venturing inside almost always means certain death." Felix nodded. He'd experienced Echo Cavern himself, and the soul-bound dagger, Lumen, was still lying quietly within his spirit.

I made my greedy and took it twice, almost forgetting that we were just finishing eating. - "I have been passionate about urban legends and folklore for several years now. What is the best known legend of your Empire?" Isaac asked with stars in his eyes. - "There are a lot of them, but the most famous is the Banshee Lake, also known as the Lamentation Lake. To help you get your bearings, I will show you a map of the Empire. Here in the center is the Kingdom of Midona with the capital of the Empire, Thetia, at its heart. You must notice the kingdom is surrounded by a mountain range: the Chain of 300, a disturbing name isn't it. Between 1500 and 1600, the Empire was invaded without anyone expe

She flipped it over, reading aloud the Latin title: *Natus ad Antiquum Bellatores. “Oh, ‘Born as the Ancient Warrior,’” she translated, smiling. “It’s about comparing different packs in each clan, like the Raven Pack’s strong defense against, say, the Canadian Wolf Pack.” I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t adding up. “Everything I’ve read so far keeps referring to some legend. I just... it doesn’t feel right.” I pointed to another line in my book, tracing the foreign words with a fingertip. “‘For bittersweet and stronger power, it is only known through tales that the truth behind "The Frater Coeunt Nexu Legend" comes whenever a time for the same blood is in search for a newer

I declared, troubled. Forbidden magic is a dangerous level. It involves blood sacrifices and entities from the Forbidden Realm. In my kingdom, the use of forbidden magic is against the law. Even Seraphina herself was not permitted to wield it within our realm, and now, someone was daring to challenge Veridiana’s most sacred laws. This woman—this enchantress—whoever she was, wasn’t just targeting Aria; she was directly defying the crown. My mind began working through the possibilities of what to do next. Who was the person behind these crimes?

the duke of Adelstein commanded once they were outside, but as he turned to leave, Elen grasped the hem of his coat, halting his movement. "Can we go to the nearest library?" Elen spoke softly, her voice betraying her hesitation. The grand duke regarded her with a quizzical expression. "Why?" he inquired, his gaze fixed upon her. "I want to read books about fairies," Elen replied, her eyes pleading for understanding. "All the books about fairies are forbidden," the duke of Adelstein informed her flatly, his tone matter-of-fact. The news struck Elen like a heavy blow. How could she learn about the life of a fairy if the knowledge was forbidden? Her desperation to understand her true nature in