Forged By Blood Novels & Stories

She couldn't face betrayals anymore. "Ahhh.." Valerie screamed as she forced the sword to apart her skin one last time. This is gonna be the end! This is the end. So my dear readers. This is the end of the FORBIDDEN BLOOD book 1( but not the end of the story.) The story is continued in the sequel of the book FORBIDDEN BLOOD 2 exclusively on B*****t. I want you guys to shower the comment section with your comments as I want you to enlighten me about your thoughts on my story.

His body fell limp beneath me, lifeless and defeated. I stood there, panting heavily, my chest heaving with the exertion of the battle. The victory was mine, but it came at a cost. Blood dripped from my wounds, mingling with the dirt beneath my paws. I had emerged triumphant, but I knew the scars of this battle would forever mark me. Fredrick had wasted lives for his greed, and thus they had died for nothing.

They had little influence over their own fate or life, and they had wretched lives. He had long black hair that reached his waist and was dressed in a grey robe with black markings on it. That was all I recall seeing. The blood-red blade he wielded appeared to possess a particular power. [Sword of Extraction - Unique] [It was forged from bloodline ore, and when bloodline bearers are present, it glows up.] As far as I could recall, it was against the law and subject to the death penalty to track down bloodline users. The count showed incredible audacity by forging such weapons.

It drifted across the ground, seeping through the cracks, then disappeared into the darkness. In the distance, a voice echoed Lucien’s voice: “Evelyn… your blood has fused with mine. And as long as I exist, Valenfort will never forget your name.” He walked away, his back blending into the night. His left hand, which had once held her, had now transformed into the hand of the Blood Emperor, a symbol of both salvation and curse. Against the ravaged sky, the blood moon faded, giving way to a strange white glow, as if a new era were being born from the ashes of love.

By looking into a person, it sees all possible futures—what may be, what should be, and what will be if nothing is done to prevent it. “Blood of Drevik, veiled in steel and in silence—your marrow writhes with a truth that would see you burned beneath your own name. A whisper lies beneath your skin, illicit and ancient—a Scourgeborn soul fostered in flesh not its own. They call you daughter,but your birth was a veil stitched in lies. The future kneels to you, blind to the flame you carry. By your side goes the one who fetters your storm, unaware. Step with care—your house grins with knives.

I said, feeling the exhaustion of the Roar pulling at my marrow. "Then we do it together," Eryx said, standing up and reaching for his broadsword. The crimson fire erupted from the steel once more, fueled by the child’s proximity. "The Blood of the North and the Fire of the South. We are the forge, Darlene." We stood at the center of the lake bed—the mother, the father, and the King-Born child. We formed a circle of light as Jackson’s shadow-hand descended toward us, a mountain of obsidian death.

And beneath the base of the whole thing, the book open wide, pages burning with light, the symbol of Everly’s coven. Magic bound it in place. Not one House. Not one species. A bond forged not with politics or treaties or ancient law, but blood and grief and battle and choice. Blood dripped from my wrist as I stood. The sigil below us glowed dimly then faded away, carved into the courtyard stone forever. “We swear,” I said, my voice dry and hoarse. “To defend what they tried to destroy. To remember what they tried to forget. And to never again stand divided.”

He smiled. “She kept him alive.” He poured a drink. “She always was curious.” He turned toward the chapel tower. “It’s time to write the last commandment.” ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Two sons. One made from love. One forged in vengeance. But the mother? She walks between them—not as a guardian. Not as a savior. But as the blade they both must answer to.” — Aria Valente De Rossi

He knew the name. A dagger forged in the cursed Forge of Grel, tempered in the blood of a dying royal lycan, and imbued with venom extracted from the Netherworld's serpents. The weapon was crafted specifically to bring down those of royal blood—its magic bypassed even the strongest of regenerative abilities. A single mortal strike could reduce a royal lycan to dust. "Where did you get that?" Lenox asked, his stance shifting, defensive now. Leo only smiled. "A gift. From someone who hated your bloodline as much as I do."

but made. Queen (gaze distant): "Forged. In Skyfire. By those who called themselves gods but feared their own creations. The Flamebloods were their answer to rebellion—walking weapons. And when those weapons found souls, they turned against their makers." Ceres (processing): "You mean our line began... in defiance?" Queen: "Yes. One she-wolf broke her chains. She birthed children with will, not programming. That was the first rebellion. Your blood carries her scream."