The Forbidden Legend Novels & Stories

The air crackled with energy, and the very ground beneath us seemed to tremble in response like it could feel Azrael's energy and the fears of the people around. I knew the legends, the tales whispered from one generation to another. Witches were feared and banished, their magic blood deemed too dangerous and unpredictable. This forbidden knowledge was said to have been lost to time, but here it was, manifested through the hands of a werewolf. Unbelievable.

Many legends dominate the realms of men. And each one is as unbelievable as the others; for that’s what legends are. They boggle the minds and provoke the thoughts of the self-conscious man. They give adults a magical potion that keeps their kids satisfied at night and lure them into the deep embrace of sleep. For children, however, legends are things they can dream about without any reservations. This story is a legend that is true; a legend that to all other fictions acts as a reprove. This is the legend of the New Moon. But to understand this legend, you must first be sent back in time. To the time before the world truly began; before dinosaurs dominated the earth. This was the time of th

Kaylee The Forbidden Lands was a kingdom that was wiped out years ago, and the land was left destitute because of the amount of bloodshed and deaths that took place on that day. Everybody in that land died. It was said that it was forbidden for anyone to inhabit. Such a person was believed to be possessed by spirits. But I didn’t care. As the carriage rode through the fogginess and dust, I had to be back before my father noticed—and he could never know where I went.

"The forbidden forest, dear Cirena. It is a place steeped in ancient enchantment and treacherous secrets. Legends speak of those who ventured within, never to return. Yet, my heart is filled with an insatiable curiosity, urging me to uncover the truths that lie hidden within its shadowed realm." A flicker of concern passed across Princess Cirena's face as she reached out to her brother. "Edon, I beseech you to exercise caution. The forbidden forest earned its name for a reason. It is a place of darkness and peril. Our beloved father, the king, would not wish for you to put yourself in harm's way. Remember, you are the sole heir to the throne, the hope of our kingdom."

"This brave group will be the first ones to enter and leave the forbidden forest alive, a feat never before done. They will mark the beginning of a new era of heroes and bring a great change to the world. Their impossible feat will mark the beginning of the era of legends. "These warriors will be the first Legends!" Charles ran his head through his head. "Legends? What's that?" "According to this it's strongest members are these two, the master of chaos and the master of order." Sebastian suddenly stops. "No!" "What?" Sebastian flips the pages agitatedly, "I can't read them any more. I can't hear the words." Charles takes the book from him and calms him down. "Sebastian the fact that you cou

He didn't answer immediately, as if weighing the gravity of the words he was about to speak. "A legacy," he finally uttered, a single word that felt incredibly heavy and full of meaning. "Not an ordinary legacy, young man. But a legacy from the very beginning." He took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell the most forbidden of legends, a tale that was the obsession of beings as powerful as Lord Dragon.

Another Lord Venric suggests. The forbidden dungeon is a place where I've come to learn houses the worst criminals of the kingdom. Prisoners there are held captive with a magical chain which restricts you of all your powers, including shifting into your wolf. It's also rumoured to be filled with spirits that constantly remind you of your worst fear daily, slowly rendering you insane. Every other council member drops their own suggestions, except Elder Huncho. “Elder Huncho,” I turn to him. “You're oddly quiet. What do you suggest?”

And for a second, a heartbeat, I let myself imagine what it would be like if this weren’t just control wrapped in affection. Sometimes I feel maybe I’m being dramatic. Cause I’m born into power. I should be accustomed to it. But all I ever remember feeling… is trapped. Though not in chains or locked rooms. But in legacy, in blood and in expectations. In the suffocating echo of a name that has carved its way into the flesh of men and the spine of nations. Romanovski. People surrender when they hear it. I flinch. My fathers are legend. Their names are inked in whispers and bullets, sealed in blood and reputation. To the world, they’re kings of kingdoms built on silence and fear. To me they’re

I was here to collect. That body – her body – should still be right where we left it. Drenched. Lifeless. Drifting somewhere near the bend in the riverbank. But it wasn’t the corpse I needed; it was what lay inside it. That power. I’d read a legend no one else took seriously—I’ve dug through forbidden archives, even theories from secret societies. Goddesses, rebirth, celestial anomalies.

"Are you giving up already?" The words stung sharp, halting my rant. I sank onto the cot opposite her, shoulders slumping heavy. "I’m not giving up. I’m just... lost. I need to know the beginning. What sparked the war? Why did I kill her? Without that, how do I fight against fate?" She leaned forward, eyes searching mine. "The origins lie buried deep in the Legend of Ophelia. If you seek them you would find them in the Forbidden Vault that holds scrolls and prophecies. Ancient records of clan wars, curses, reincarnations."