Forbidden Old Melody Novels & Stories

One of the rogues finally spoke up again, voice low, almost hesitant. “That melody…” he trailed off. “It’s the one Draven’s late wife loved to play. Especially during bath time. She actually composed it specially for him.” I stood, stunned. “His late wife?” “Yes,” another rogue whispered, almost afraid to say it. “It hurt him… too much after she died. So, every time someone tried to play it. He just couldn’t bear it, and later on banned it completely. That’s why no one’s played it in years.”

At that moment, every single pair of eyes in the room turned to face me. "A female!" he spat. "Eighteen years of marriage. Not one boy born! You failed me, Isolde." My mother fell on her knees, hands clasped together as she cried and begged. "Please, my King, one more chance. Please. Perhaps the gods will bless us with a male child.” He snorted a cold, terrible laugh that caused my blood to freeze in my veins. "One more chance? I've worked harder than any man in the bedroom for eighteen years, you woman... Eighteen years! All you gave me was this worthless girl."

He welcomed me into his pack and offered me a job despite everything, despite my more than awkward circumstances. I could not ruin this chance to start over from scartch by going after the Beta’s daughter, could I? “See you tomorrow, Mr B,” Billy, my mate’s best friend said in parting, raising a hand in goodbye. “See you then,” I nodded at him. Melissa, on the other hand, merely said, “Bye bye.” In a way, it felt like she couldn’t wait to get rid of me. That night, howling to the full moon, I felt freer than I had been in months. Like a burden had been lifted off my chest… when truth be told, it was quite the opposite. I had one more obstacle to my plans. One more burden on my damned shoulde

It was probably guilt, guilt from cheating on her, guilt from letting me be born into this world. It makes sense too why I never shared any facial features with Mom, why I looked so different from my sister. Now that it’s starting to make sense, I’m not sure if I should be happy with the truth or not. I’ve been the child of a forbidden love. I was made out of a mistake, and it hurts. It hurts to know the truth this way.

“It’s not your fault to have that promise, isn’t it your parents who promised you that? “ Tracey said. “Do you guys even know why it’s called a Forbidden promise?” Albert asked. “It’s forbidden for the parents to promise their child those kinds of promises.” Amana answered but Albert shook his head and chuckled. “It’s called forbidden because you can’t have it if it’s not running through your blood. It’s not the same as the ordinary promises, there are rules in giving your child a promise. You promise them a power but you also have to promise them a weakness but on forbidden promises you can only inherit what your parents have and the weaknesses are not planned. Forbidden promise users are e

*** HANNAH FELICIANO “I Promise.” He mentioned it for how many times. After the settled argument which made Lolo Claro swear in front of us, Nanny Rose went to the market to sell rice cakes. Nanny was still strong, and selling rice cakes was our bread and butter apart from Lolo Claro’s part-time in the construction site as a foreman. My nanny was really dedicated to her life as a rice cake vendor, she even inherited that recipe and even the skill from her late mother and it something that I was really proud of. Her recipe was not just made with the original ingredients but with her pure and genuine love. She usually hummed every time she cooks, and she dances in front of it like she was doi

°°°°°°°°°°°°She was the ethical soul , she never ever endeavor to be in love with someone but she fell in love there ,where it was forbidden, with the forbidden Being , a vampire. He was in search of pure blood but least did he know that the taste would be so heavenly that he couldn't stand it. He wanted to taste her . Her scent was igniting his desires.

Closing her eyes, she let the sensation wash over her, embracing it with an open heart. At that moment, a vision flashed before her mind's eye—a haunting melody carried on the wind. It was a song of ancient echoes, a forgotten verse yearning to be heard once more. Chloe's heart quickened as she realized that the unfinished symphony within her was not a void but a forgotten part of herself waiting to be rediscovered. With newfound determination, Chloe sought out Olivia's guidance once more. She described the vision and the melody that had filled her soul. Olivia's eyes gleamed with recognition as she listened intently.

More of my people appear in the water. “We will follow your command. What of the sirens on land?” I look back at the glittering lights. A malicious smile spreads on my lips. I close my eyes and open my mouth to sing a song. A song that is ancient, forbidden and should never be sung again. As the melody echoes and dances on the breeze. I open my eyes and push my power out. Pulsing like a beacon. Calling all the sirens from land back to the water. The call of arms, the call for war.

Softly. Slowly. The melody floated across Tombstone like mist. Several servant women stepped forward carrying ancient instruments crafted from dark wood and silver strings. Their fingers moved with practiced grace. The first hymn began. Low voices rose into the night. Ancient words. Ancient sorrow. A song older than kingdoms. The language was unfamiliar to me, yet somehow I understood every emotion carried within it. Grief. Love. Memory. Farewell. Many wolves lowered their heads. Some clasped their hands together.