The Forbidden Legend Novels & Stories

The news of Mila's return must have spread throughout the castle by now… “This…” After letting go of the brief nostalgia, Mila began to realize where they were headed. “You brought me to the forbidden part of the castle?” The forbidden part of the castle was a place where not all vampires could roam about without the permission of the king or the elders. Mila once tried to sneak in there, out of curiosity, but ended up being punished. She was locked up in a room for seven whole days. “Yes,” Liam replied, waving his hand at the lion- shaped statue with red stoned eyes. "Now you can satisfy your curiosity to see what is inside."

Legends spoke of sinister creatures and ancient traps that guarded its depths, deterring even the bravest of adventurers, they grew up hearing about the Legends and were convinced that it was a myth. "The Forbidden catacombs?, That's a real thing? ", Luna asked, unable to conceal her shock. "Indeed it is", replied the Elder. "It is more than a Legend " "We shall retrieve this artifact for you," Rey spoke up, her voice filled with determination. "We will prove ourselves worthy of your knowledge." "Don't make the mistake of going down there thinking that you can retrieve the Artifact by sheer will, Providence is The main ingredient for success", replied the Elder. "We won't know till we try",

The Forbidden Arts was an ancient technique that had been banned generations ago by the council, deemed too dangerous and unpredictable for modern use. "What are we going to do? There is only one family in our territory that is known to be capable of practicing the Forbidden arts. The Ashen family.” And only a female first born was capable enough. Thalia Ashen. Lucian's invisible sister. The daughter the Ashen’s kept locked away and hidden from society. “This is an impossible situation.” Caleb sighed, looking at his watch. It was announced at the Selection that Thalia Ashen had made the decision to relocate permanently to human civilization. Meanwhile we were in the heart of werewolf civiliz

Kael and Lucien exchanged a heavy look, tension rippling through their stances. Lucien spoke first, low and reluctant. “It’s the Shadowveil relic.” A chill raced down my spine, raising the fine hairs on my arms. My father nodded slowly, his jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jumping. He didn’t release my shoulders. “A forbidden artifact. Old dark moon magic. The kind we believed had been locked away or destroyed after the last council purge years ago. Someone clearly had other plans… either using it directly or getting a rogue witch to activate it through whatever secret alliances are still festering in the shadows.”

I declared, troubled. Forbidden magic is a dangerous level. It involves blood sacrifices and entities from the Forbidden Realm. In my kingdom, the use of forbidden magic is against the law. Even Seraphina herself was not permitted to wield it within our realm, and now, someone was daring to challenge Veridiana’s most sacred laws. This woman—this enchantress—whoever she was, wasn’t just targeting Aria; she was directly defying the crown. My mind began working through the possibilities of what to do next. Who was the person behind these crimes?

the Cardinal wondered out loud as he listened to Cacus’ laughter. “Bahahaha! Do you know where did my fye fire came from?” The Cardinal hurriedly replied, “Of course! You have acquired it from a forbidden place.” “That’s right,” Cacus responded. “The forbidden places in this world, according to legend, are all enchantments that an ancient God opened up. Those areas become forbidden after that God dies. All of the treasures found within the forbidden land were left behind by the ancient God. This fire is, of course, the same.”

“It’s about controlling what Silvercrest becomes. Controlling who rises. Controlling who is allowed to exist.” Lyra’s stomach dropped. “The forbidden wolves.” Tobias’s gaze darkened. Lyra leaned closer, her voice sharper. Wasn't that legend more than just a story? Tobias exhaled slowly. “No.” Lyra felt cold settle into her bones. She remembered the way pack wolves spoke of those legends in whispers: wolves with unnatural bonds, wolves with power too strong, and wolves who were said to bring ruin if they weren’t destroyed. She remembered hearing the words used, like "warning" and "justification."

Her veins glow faintly violet beneath her skin, pulsing with some rhythm I don’t understand. “You’re using it,” I rasp, but it comes out more like a ghost of a voice. She doesn’t answer. Her hands press against my ribs, and the magic hits me like lightning and frost all at once. My back arches involuntarily, a scream tearing from my throat, not from pain, but from the sheer unnatural force of it. This is forbidden magic. Not just dangerous, but outlawed in the Fae realms for centuries. The kind that draws power from the deepest pits, from the old gods themselves, the ones even Elders whisper about.

It wasn't the discordant echo of conflict, nor the mournful cry of isolation, but an eerie silence. Anya, her historian's mind brimming with fragments of forgotten lore, explained the legend surrounding the Forbidden Zone. "They say an ancient civilization thrived here," she rasped, her voice a testament to the years, "but their reliance on a forbidden technology led to their downfall." The only clue to this lost civilization was a single, fading distress call, intercepted centuries ago. The Guardians, always drawn to the whispers of the past, had chosen to ignore the warnings and delve into the heart of the Forbidden Zone.

Riccardo still didn't open his mouth and wordlessly heard every word of her while peering into her glossy eyes. “Besides, in all of this…we can't forget that Nina and Cain love each other. They both are in a relationship, so it's forbidden to even think about involving Nina in Rican's life. It's somehow a sin,” Aniya told him the obvious because she was aware how forbidden it was to even think about tying Nina with Rican in a single bond as she was Cain's girlfriend and Rican was Cain's father, Kester's friend and his uncle. “What you're thinking can never be their destiny. It's forbidden and unacceptable by their fate,”