Right Arm Of The Forbidden One Novels & Stories

It was so subtle, he didn't even notice my actions! Suddenly, his hand sprung away from my face. I almost gasped when he caught my wrist on his manhood like I was a criminal! Of course I was a criminal, 'Cause I've just broken his rule~ "Didn't I tell you not to touch me, Princess? That's off limits..." he growled so softly in my ear. We both couldn't help but moan, because my pussy throbbed and the clench of my walls around his fingers were felt by him~

I used my Alpha command and everyone looked scared. I placed the hot burning iron on his arm to tattoo the banished mark and he gritted his teeth to stand the pain…

"We can't afford to replace expensive items because of your clumsiness." I kept my head down and nodded silently. People like Vera always found reasons to criticize everything I did. Maybe it was because I was an orphan with no family to defend me. Or maybe because of the strange silver birthmark on my shoulder that I kept carefully hidden under my clothes. It looked like a crescent moon caught in thorny vines, and the old pack shaman had once told me it meant I was "touched by unusual magic." Whatever the reason, I'd learned long ago to stay quiet and avoid drawing attention to myself.

They looked cold and menacing, even from far away you could tell they gave off a chilled, suffocating energy that writhed my skin until I was covered in goosebumps. Bigger than any wolves in our pack, black as sin and moving so smoothly you knew they were carnivores. But they were not only bigger; it was their movement that made them stand out—deadly and fast, but incredibly graceful. With the unmistakable presence of their sorcerer at their head—Sebastian Elrío. He had taken human form, but he was no man. In his eyes, there was a cold, mathematical cruelty as he stared at you through your very soul. He knew we watched, and he moved with a silent arrogance that frightened me.

I could see sweat begin to appear on his forehead. “You have something to say, don’t you?” I crossed my arms, staring at him like a superior officer gazing at a disloyal junior officer. “I do,” He muttered. “My actions towards you were wrong. Please forgive me. Such will never happen again.” Seeing Spenser in a sober state made me pleased. That was power. I could put him in his place because my father was powerful. Deep in my heart, I would have preferred if I wasn’t riding on my father’s power. Even still, I remained excited.

Three forbidden in wolf form started circling me, while the other three shifted back to their human form and stood looking over me. “Well, this is interesting,” I said, pulling myself up. As I rose I knew my shoulder was broken and trying to heal. I could feel it popping and muscle and sinew trying to fuse back together. “Very.” The forbidden directly in front of me answered, surprising me. He looked clean, very clean for a forbidden; and was very articulate. “Why is this interesting for you?” I asked, trying to give time for my shoulder to heal. “Well, I didn’t think it would work Katya.” He answered.

"They are not what they seem." My eyes darted to Eden, the boy's face set in grim determination. His hand gripped the scepter tightly, its glow a comforting beacon against the encroaching gloom. Gamma Thorne stalked beside him, every muscle coiled and ready. We trusted Elara implicitly, yet the Forbidden Glade was no place for complacency.

"And you're no help, by the way." Damon pushes away from the books, coming over to stand where I stand, pulling his sleeve up to reveal a bare forearm. "I took an oath, to never speak about the Moon without causing myself great pain." Sure enough, his arm is entrenched in magic. I can see, in raised bumps, a pattern stained red, spelling out words in another dialect, patterns I've seen before, but only in my dreams. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen.

“Return,” Abe stated, and the Wyvern that moved with him became a midst that filled his right arm. On his scaled right arm appeared the marking of a Wyvern with its mouth wide open. The drawing light up, and Abe’s right hand was engulfed by a great red light much deeper than the scales that concealed his human frame. Abe pulled his arm back with great force like a bowstring. Great power was gathered into his curled up fist as his speed greatly increased. And like a flash of light he disappeared, leaving behind nothing but an afterimage.

The shadows were like oily tentacles, reaching out for the living energy of the people on the platform. ​"Julian, the Shield!" I yelled. ​Julian didn't have the marks, but he lunged forward, grabbing Miller’s shoulders. He used his own physical body to anchor the man. "Elowen, do it now! Draw the fragment out before he loses his soul!" ​I grabbed Miller’s wrist. The "Forbidden Touch" hit us both, a violent spark of silver and violet. I reached into the cold darkness of his chest, my fingers closing around a small, jagged piece of what felt like frozen glass.