Forbidden Legend Novels & Stories

It wasn't the discordant echo of conflict, nor the mournful cry of isolation, but an eerie silence. Anya, her historian's mind brimming with fragments of forgotten lore, explained the legend surrounding the Forbidden Zone. "They say an ancient civilization thrived here," she rasped, her voice a testament to the years, "but their reliance on a forbidden technology led to their downfall." The only clue to this lost civilization was a single, fading distress call, intercepted centuries ago. The Guardians, always drawn to the whispers of the past, had chosen to ignore the warnings and delve into the heart of the Forbidden Zone.

I waited until the fight in my shoulders eased a fraction. Truly the silent people are the most dangerous of all. He removed his hand. “You’re insane,” I whispered. “Maybe.” He stood and started unbuttoning his shirt. “But I’m done being the quiet one you walk all over.” His shirt hit the floor. I couldn’t look away. Lean muscle from years of construction work, a faint scar on his ribs I’d never bothered to ask about. He toed off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and let his jeans drop.

“Whatever. But we have sworn to form an allegiance with the other kingdoms.” “Something is not right with that country, your grace. However, our concern should be of here first,” Councilor Feranor suggested. “Okay, uh… how about the dragon?” Tristan said. All of the people on the table suddenly looked at him. Their hopeful eyes were overwhelmed by disbelief and uncertainty. “What do you mean, your grace?” “I mean we could summon it… to aid our fight against the Legion,” “But my king,” the white-cloaked man spoke. “In order to summon a legendary class beast, we need a core from its relative species.”

He pulled me in for a hug. I did not spend the rest of the party obsessing over the fact that Liam and Alex were leaving. What I did was enjoyed myself and dance so freely that even the kids were embarrassed by me. Forbidden means that you can not have something or someone. And historically and by Beacon's values, I could not have a couple of things; like an omega having a good and successful life, and a she-wolf falling in love and getting married to a demon. But I made that sh*t happen. I did that. Lara Zane Meyer did that!

he said lazily. Felix darted closer and kissed Prince Legiere’s hand. He quickly turned away and left the room. A flurry of words escaped my lips, “Don’t you know what sorcerers are? What do they do?” Prince Legiere shrugged his shoulders. “Enlighten me, why don’t you? I’m quite curious about what they say in the Moonstone Pack.” “They deal in forbidden magic. It’s blasphemy. It’s the work of… of…”

“W-What’s the thing—what’s the thing about these shadows—obsidian whatnot?” Blame, Kleint, and Luis looked at each other for a moment, seemingly communing through the sparkle of their orbs. “Obsidian-black shadow, Ms. Marjorie, is the legendary mark of Legends. It’s rare for a wielder to attain such a stage, especially when they ended up losing their energy with trivial things such as expensive food. Not only that, it requires a lot of training and determination. In fact, unless you can successfully wear your shadow and not die by using your energy 24/7, then you can attain such a level.

Lila’s heart pounded as she knelt in the center, wrists bound behind her back with rough rope that bit into her skin. The five men circled her—Jax, the dominant leader with his tattooed arms; Marcus, lean and cruel with a whip in hand; Theo, broad-shouldered and silent; Victor, smirking with a paddle; and Kane, the one who always pushed her limits with his unyielding grip. This was her idea, her obsession—to beat the Guinness World Record for the longest BDSM orgy endurance, documented by hidden cameras for verification. Twelve hours minimum, with pain as the price. She craved notoriety, the thrill of pushing her body to the edge, but now, as Jax grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, doub

The waiter asked, glancing at the prince. "I-I'm not allowed to eat at this time." Tierra mumbled quietly. Damien ignored her. "Two plates of roasted meat. Some vegetables, also." The waiter nodded and walked away. When Damien glanced at Tierra, her eyes were wide. "What? What's wrong?" "I'm not allowed to eat meat. All the slaves aren't allowed to eat meat." She said. Damien sighed, "Like i said, I do what I want." He said. When their food came, Tierra first took a hesitant bite from the meat, then another, then another. She fell in love and ate like she hadn't eaten in days.

The glyphs came into view—carved deep, bleeding shadows into the ground. She stopped cold. “No,” she whispered. “It can’t be.” One of her shadows leaned beside her. “You know this?” “I’ve seen it before. In the Book of Banishings. The forbidden section—Pre-God glyphs. Before even the Valarieth.” She knelt, brushing her fingers near the edge. The sigils pulsed faintly. “What does it say?” the shadow asked. “It’s not a name. It’s a claim. ‘Dominion by birthright. Flame yields to the void.’”

"Are you giving up already?" The words stung sharp, halting my rant. I sank onto the cot opposite her, shoulders slumping heavy. "I’m not giving up. I’m just... lost. I need to know the beginning. What sparked the war? Why did I kill her? Without that, how do I fight against fate?" She leaned forward, eyes searching mine. "The origins lie buried deep in the Legend of Ophelia. If you seek them you would find them in the Forbidden Vault that holds scrolls and prophecies. Ancient records of clan wars, curses, reincarnations."