Something That Is Forbidden Novels & Stories

"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.

As Sebastian rose to his feet to leave, he was stopped by Anton’s unexpected question. “Why Janet, and not someone else?” “Because I love her.” “It seems more like obsession to me,” Anton lifted an eyebrow. A chuckle escaped Sebastian as he looked down. “When a man is unrestrained, he transforms into a creature that transgresses the very line of humanity, becoming a true monster. Janet restrains me. I want her to restrain me. She brings me stability and keeps me grounded, but also creates a constant fear of losing her if I make any mistakes.”

“Not for pleasure or your own desires. This is for protection. The Bennetts are extremely powerful. They rule the witch quarter of Raven court, our city, our home. Be sensible, boy.” Boy. His father's favourite thing to call him. Lucien hated it. “I cannot marry a witch, father. I cannot be forced into such marriage simply for politics,” Lucien's voice sharpened with anger. He knew his father would go to any length for what he wanted most: Power. “Think!” Alaric said, so loud and firm that his voice could be heard across the room.

She was still thinking when Rowan nudged her arm lightly. Suddenly, Mr. Wallace’s sharp eyes landed on her. “Yes, Jordan,” he said calmly. “Tell us—why do you think Forbidden Arts are kept from werewolves?” Philipa froze. Slowly, she stood up. “Because they are dangerous,” she said after a moment, “and of no real use to us.” The class murmured in agreement. Mr. Wallace chuckled softly.“Sit.” She sat down, confused. “Forbidden Arts were not banned because they were useless,” he began. “They were banned because they were abused.” He walked to the board and wrote a single word in bold letters: DARKNESS

“We are not allowed to talk about it. Alpha Elijah forbids it.” What was such a big secret that he forbade his people from talking about it?

“Sure, it’s not what I think. It’s what I’m seeing!” “Where did you learn to speak like that?” He fumbled with the duvet trying desperately to cover his body. “How the hell is that the point? Is that all you really have to say? You really want to lecture me in this situation?” I almost yelled at him. I couldn’t believe the man. I catch him cheating on my mom and he’s trying to lecture me. “Mind your language girl. I will not have you speak foul words in my house. Mind the tune too, I dm your father.” He tried to muster a stern face as he spoke knowing fully well he’s screwing up over and over again.

, Christian says. “They can’t be bad or anyone could go into their forest without a pure heart.”, I say. “Wait, are you talking about the forbidden forest? The one, where only pure heart people can even walk towards the forest’s opening; that forest?”, Cam asks. “Yes?”, I say causational. “Pixies only help those who have pure hearts and they love interracial mates.”, he explains then says, “We should all meet up before we leave.” “We can meet in the middle of the woods.”, Valentina says.

“Is there a magic that could erase one’s existence?” “Erase one’s existence?” Mona hummed, “I think there should be one.” “There is?” Starvos raised his eyebrows, curious. “Of course there would be,” Mona didn’t know why Dominic had suddenly asked this question to her but she did her best to answer his curiosity, wanting to help. “This magic is count as a forbidden magic. A forbidden magic is well, a black magic. But only a person who are extremely skilled in black magic with experiences could perform them.”

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

She closed the gap between us, the bounce of her breasts sending a sharp jolt of heat straight to my gut. “W…why?” she whispered, reaching out to take my hand. “Why can’t it happen? I want this, and I know you want it too.” “You’re wrong.” I forced the words out, my fingers clenching into a tight fist just to stop myself from pulling her back into my arms. “I don’t want this. It is forbidden.” She didn’t say a word. She just stared at me, challenging the lie. “This is a grave sin, Safira. It stops here.”