Right Arm Of The Forbidden One Novels & Stories

His right arm, the one that had held me with a desperate, shaking warmth on the mountain, was gone—replaced by a predatory limb of dark obsidian and silver-tech that looked like it had been forged in the heart of a dying star. Dante sat upright on the edge of the obsidian table, his chest heaving, his sweat-slicked skin pale against the matte black of his new right arm. The limb was a masterpiece of Sovereign engineering—a network of silver "veins" that pulsed with a lethal, indigo light, ending in fingers that looked more like talons than bone. He looked like a god of the ruins, beautiful and terrifyingly hollow. "Calibrate it, Ivy," he rasped, his voice a dry, jagged scrape.

Screaming pitifully, he grabbed the broken part of his arm and stumbled as he attempted to run. "My arm… You bastard! How dare you take my arm?!" The man was filled with pain and hate. His right arm was gone. If he did not treat it, it would remain a permanent mark that would prevent him from refining his physique to the next level. "You deserved what you got with that arm." Chase held up his sword, which was dripping with blood, and stared coldly at the escaping figure. "This wild mountain is a forbidden land where you shouldn't have entered. You're lucky to have escaped today but you won't be as lucky the next time!"

As his hair fluttered, wisps of bladed energy became more solid and lingered around his body like a whirlwind. His back looked so dashing! "Damn it!" The evil and turbid demon king roared. A layer of black energy was covering his broken arm, which was constantly recovering. "Buzz!" In just a few seconds, his broken arm had returned to its original state. At the same time, he roared again, like a demon with strong evil spirit. As he turned his palm, mysterious light beam runes were released. Those runes were clearly the rune Prohibitions that had imprisoned him earlier.

Its title was written in faded silver runes: “The Forbidden Ones.” A chill ran through him as he opened it. The first page was a sketch—dark silhouettes of horned beings with glowing eyes, half-human, half-shadow. “The Forbidden Ones are the lost souls of the first kingdom, banished into the void for their hunger of power,” the text read. “They were once kings, gods, and monsters who defied the light. Their blood sleeps within the chosen vessel. When the vessel reaches the seventeenth year, the curse awakens.” Lucien’s heart raced as he turned the next page.

He reached Daveson. His hand found Daveson's arm — the same arm, the left arm, the arm that had been held in the garden and that Leonard had not let go of on the path back to the east wing door — and he moved them both, moved them toward the shelving at the far wall, toward the specific cover of the only solid structure in the room, because cover was what the situation required and the shelving was what was available.

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.

**** THEON Amorphous shapes were spotted on my temple and even to my whole body when I managed to free myself from those people who tried to kill me. They were all girls, and I was so scared. So, I ran, ran and ran, praying that they could spare my life just once because I had to fulfil my parents’ dream and that was to produce a baby. When I stopped just take a moment to breathe, these group of girls, which looked like witches, chased after me again and I had to run for myself and the only thing that motivates me to live was the dream of my parents.

**Tharion** The symbol continued to smolder in the earth as if the sacred fire refused to erase it. The black marks, curved like claws, pulsed with an energy that was not of this world. I didn’t need the sages to confirm what I already knew. “Forbidden magic,” I growled, glaring at the elders gathered in the council chamber. “Pure darkness.” My hands clenched the edge of the stone table. The name that echoed through the investigations burned my throat every time I heard it.

A projection rose from the scrying pool of Cain in his full sentinel form, obsidian scales glowing with orange fire, wings arched high over Ashbarrie’s cliffs. “A direct strike would awaken the lead royal,” Sorla warned. “Mikan would raze a world to protect them.” Rianne smiled, cold and humorless. “Who said anything about a direct strike?” She tapped the water. A vision shimmered into view: A shadowed figure. Draynor armor. A stolen crest. A banned spell etched into a dagger’s edge. Gasps broke out; they knew that spell. The mate-killer curse. Forbidden since ancient times.

Oscar tried what had worked the first time. He attempted to disperse the vitalis and force the transformed arm back to normal. But he could only disperse the vitalis flowing through the rest of his body. The arm was attached to him. It had grown from his shoulder, yet it had become something entirely separate. It was a self-contained system. No matter what he tried, the vitalis inside the arm wouldn't respond to him. It circulated within its own boundaries and ignored every attempt he made to control it.