Forbidden Odd Melody Chapter 20 Novels & Stories

This, I thought, was just the beginning of the curse. "Three years, and your nerve has grown? You dare to disobey me?" "Mia is my daughter. It is my right to see her. I suggest you hand her over willingly. Don't force my hand. Have you forgotten your last lesson so quickly?" My soul shudders. The last lesson? That nightmare from three years ago? I gaze at the familiar infirmary and the memory consumes me. Three years ago, when Oliver's Bloodline Decay first manifested, he needed a life essence transfer—a forbidden ritual—to survive.

I said with emphasis on my words. But he didn’t listen to me. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his palm into my mouth before I could even close my teeth. The moment his blood touched my lips, I lost to the intoxication I was in. I could no longer resist because of hunger. My hand involuntarily hold his wrist and sucked his blood. I was sucking so hard that it made him wince. My eyes glowed gold and turned back to their original color after a second. I only stopped when he pulled his hand away. “You’ve starved yourself so much. You suck a lot,” he said to me as he lick the wounds on his palm.

That glance — that ‘there’s something else we haven’t told you yet’ glance — made Baylee’s stomach drop. “Tell me,” she whispered. “Sit,” Jessica said again, and this time Baylee didn’t argue. Melody turned further into the book, past pages etched with sigils and warnings in tight script, past sketches of wolves and old battlefields. Then she stopped at a page marked with three interlocked crescents. “This section,” Melody said quietly, “isn’t about what you are. It’s about why the Moon-Touched exist at all.” Baylee braced.

The second she disappeared, his finger slipped inside me. I gasped, my fork clattering against the porcelain plate. He added a second finger without warning, going in and out slowly. "You were saying?" "I wasn't…" My voice cracked. "I wasn't saying anything." "Exactly. Good girl." He curled his fingers, hitting that devastating spot inside me, and I had to grip the edge of the table to stay upright. My thighs clenched around his hand. He pried them apart with his free hand. "Keep them open," he ordered. "Or I'll tie them to the chair legs."

came Don’s deep, steady reply. But before help could arrive, the woods erupted with the pounding of paws. Shadows burst from the trees—wolves, snarling and wild, surrounding the carriage until the coachman was forced to pull the reins tight. The horses neighed in fear as the carriage came to a jolting stop. "Miss Melody!" the coachman shouted, but it was too late. The thieves sprang, ripping open the door. Scaly claws wrapped around her arms, pulling her out onto the earth. She stared in shock at who was waiting. "Mother?" Melody's voice faltered in shock. "Why… why are you doing this?" Agatha's smile was wicked, her eyes shining with madness. "Because you were never supposed to get the life

“She found traces in my bloodstream. It’s slowing the healing.” My stomach dropped. The memory slammed into me— Freya’s voice, cold and satisfied, as she raised the blade toward me. “This is laced with the Elixir of Varran and wolfsbane. Let’s see how you, and that special wolf of yours, survive this.” “She can’t.” Valentina’s sharp voice followed immediately. “They were infused together with dark magic.” My throat tightened as their voices echoed in my head, the cold realisation settling deep in my chest.

"If I shatter the obsidian, the trapped energy will explode! I have to Invert the ritual!" She placed her hands on the cold, black glass. She didn't hum a song of stability this time. She reached deep into the "Anomalous Chord" - the frequency of the impossible. She began to sing a note of Dissonant Defiance. It was the sound of the world refusing to be put back in its box. It was a messy, loud, and vibrant melody that defied the Purity Initiative’s "Absolute Silence."

Her voice was shaky as she tried to form words. I turned to her confused, why was she trembling so much, “what is it Amore?” “Is she…dead?” With wide eyes, I said, “oh my god Mika, NO, no She's not dead,” I saw relief pass through her eyes and I continued, “she's just unavailable,” Taking the seat next to mine, she took my hands in hers, with a tight smile, “what do you mean unavailable?” “She was taken. I don't know who and why. I got a little information from Daniel….”

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Aiden’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might say something else. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my ear. “Be careful who you let that close to you,” he murmured, his words sending another chill down my spine. “Not everyone has good intentions.” I nodded weakly, my thoughts too tangled to form a proper response. _____ A soft hand touched his shoulder. Startled, I turned to see Elena smiling politely as she addressed him. “The music’s over,” she said sweetly, her fingers lingering on his arm before tugging him slightly.

I bodly stated with an unknown temerity coursing through me. I deserved to know the reason. He chuckled darkly and took some steps forward. The more he came towards me, the more I moved back until I had hit my back against the door of his room. I was totally caged. He gave me a mischievous smirk and placed his two hands by the door on both sides of my body, totally restricting my movement and locking me in. "You are too curious Crystal. Curiosity kills the cat"He whispered huskily as he leaned down towards me.