Right Arm Of The Forbidden One Novels & Stories

he instructed the guards who manned the door. Fidelis was placed on the table before him. He was already getting cold. Everyone in the room, including Damon, believed he stood no chance of coming out alive. But Damon was determined to prove himself wrong. In a whirlwind of desperation and determination, his gaze fell upon an ancient amulet, said to possess mystical powers. It was hanging on the wall close to where Fidelis was laid. Drawing from the remnants of their pack's fading magic, he channeled the energy into the lifeless body of Fidelis. Through some unfathomable connection, the amulet responded, breathing life back into Fidelis, his eyes fluttering open with a gasp.

I dropped my bag immediately, ran off to get his coffee, on my way back I paused a little to catch my breath before knocking on his door, then I heard some conversations, normally I would go back and wait or just knock before entering but I heard something that got my attention. "Okay, so what's it going to be? Now that she's gone, you need a Luna, An alpha can't be left alone," "I Know and that's why I'm trying my best to find that person, it's not been easy on me, after Fiona died, I couldn't bring myself to find another mate, and when I finally do, it's Forbidden, she's the only one I can connect with, I can even read her mind." "But you know no Alpha can be mated to a

A guard grabbed her hand and wrapped it behind her, not minding her status. "L-let go of me!" She yelled, trying to break free but it was as good as useless. Penelope struggled against the guard's grip, trying everything in her power to break free and help Liam. She could see him getting beaten and bloodied, and it only fueled her rage. Her mother was yelling at her to calm down, but Penelope was not in the right frame of mind to hear her. All she could focus on was the guard holding her back, taunting her. Suddenly, without warning, Penelope transformed into her wolf form. She bit down on the guard's hand, tearing it off with ease. The guard screams in agony as his hand fell to the ground,

I know. He’s like a silent shadow in corner of the Romanovski estate. My brother’s right hand. And yet tonight… he’s looking at me like I’m not a responsibility but a wreckage he was too late to stop. I stand in front of him, wearing Massimo’s black shirt like a fucking confession. Stained with sin. My won hoodie is somewhere. He lets go of my arm slowly. His eyes drop to my body again. He doesn’t flinch but he sees it. The tic in his jaw confirms it. The look in his eyes too.

Something had made her angry again, and I could already guess who it was. "That motherfucker, who the hell does he think he is?" Delilah spat, her eyes were full of fires. I didn’t need her to say his name. I knew exactly who she was talking about—Nickolas, the ruthless Russian Alpha from the Shadowood Pack, the man she was supposed to marry in two weeks. The man who had never shown her the slightest bit of interest.

Seren muttered dryly. He blinked at her. “That sounds inconvenient.” I pressed my forehead against his. “You scared me.” “You scared me first,” he replied faintly. Behind us, the staircase’s glow had dimmed significantly. The Flame below had quieted. Contained. For now. Thorne stood slowly, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “You used it,” he said quietly. “Yes.” “The forbidden binding.” “Yes.” He nodded once, almost to himself. “You rewrote the rule.”

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

" He asked grabbing a hold of it. That was the particular arm that was destroyed in the fight with Elnar the merman. "It was destroyed in my battle with a merman," I said. "Then take his hand," he said. "Take his hand?" I asked. "Yes, locate where you killed him, cut of his hand and attached it to yours. You are an R Radori so you would be able to do it successfully. The arm would even come with new powers and buffs, don't miss this chance for nothing.

His strikes were strong but wild, emotion bleeding through every motion. “You cannot win,” I said as I caught his wrist and wrenched it aside. “This ends now.” He laughed—a broken sound. “Not yet.” With a violent motion, he ripped away his white monk’s robe. My breath caught. Ten mana rings gleamed on his fingers, ancient bands humming with volatile power, each one flaring erratically as if struggling to contain what surged through it. But my eyes were drawn not to his hands—rather to his arms. Encircling his left and right forearms were two massive rings, thicker than any I had ever seen. Their inscriptions were inverted, carved backward into the metal itself. Reverse rings.

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken