The Forbidden Legend Novels & Stories

Book 2 of Forbidden Series: The Forbidden Grimoire Hello, my faithful readers, thank you so much for your support to purchase the coins and reading the first volume of the forbidden series, I hope you can enjoy reading the second volume, titled ‘the forbidden grimoire.’ Happy reading! Prologue: The Beginning of an End.

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. My mother finally turned to me, her expression hard and unyielding. “When you’re done playing your games, remember we’re visiting your Luna’s family tomorrow evening. Don’t embarrass me.” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Noted,” I said. Left alone, I turned back to the city, my mother’s words echoing in my mind. I hated the idea of a mate bond. Love was a weakness, a distraction I couldn’t afford. But even as I tried to push it aside, curiosity crept in.

I scuffed. “Let me explain. Witches are born looking just like you and me. When they taint their magic with evil temptation, what we call corruption, their figure starts to grow into the skeletal figure your pack teaches you of. The more they miss use their magic the more they are deformed, until they wither away to dust and stone. If a witch never gives into the temptation to use corrupted magic, she would never become deformed. Boleyn fused corrupted magic with her own, which led to her exile from the Golden City.” She explained to Damon before turning to me. “When we learned your mother fell pregnant we were certain Boleyn had used her corrupted magic to implant her own fertilized egg int

My eyes narrowed and I turned slowly. A group of four emerged from the trees—large wolves with brown fur, red eyes, and ragged backs. Rogues. They were not part of any Pack. Not even part of war. They were drawn to blood and death, everything that was hot. One took a step forward, growling loudly. I stood up immediately. “I don’t want to fight,” I said, my voice steady even as my spine trembled. The rogues shifted in human form —his bone cracking. A tall man with red eyes and scars sneered at me. “Too bad. You’re alone. You smell like royalty. You’re bleeding.” He sniffed the air hungrily. “you taste like wine and honey.”

But here they were, drawn by something ancient and forbidden. He knew what those things are, things once thought to be wiped off the surface of the earth, awakened by the smell of power, a forbidden combination of blood birthed by strong-headed parents in love. His union with his mate had been one of passion and defiance, crossing lines that old legends warned against. He had to do something. "Burn the bodies," he ordered, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "All of them. Leave no trace." Warriors nodded, dragging the remains into piles, torches ready to ignite. Flames would cleanse this, but not the fear seeding in his heart.

More laughter followed. "Mr. Bergmann, I'm sure you are aware that forbidden magic has not been practiced anywhere in the world for over a millennia," she smirked. "In fact, we don't even have laws that pertain to the practice of it, because even if it still existed, it's still impossible for a werewolf to channel it." "I am aware," I said dryly. "You're free to submit your evidence, if you have any." "We do." I nodded and gestured to Atlas. He inserted a flash drive into the screen, and a large image of the forest on my estate appeared.

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

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.

The forbidden suddenly said as she cried in pain but Draven didn't let go of her legs. “Who is he?” Draven asked the forbidden who just kept quiet. “I see you don't want to talk I guess I have no other option but to go ahead to pluck out your eyes the same way you wanted to pluck out mine a few minutes ago,” Draven said to the forbidden with an evil grin plastered on his face as his hands were going towards the eyes of the forbidden. “I don't know, I don't. I only got instructions and I followed that’s all,” The forbidden said struggling to remove her legs from Draven's grip. He smiled evilly at her.

I don't know where to go velliam:- of course you are going to live with me and together we going to travel whole world old man:- velliam if you are black heart king than you should know about legend velliam:- what is that legend I only know about lover story old man:- you know their are different kind species live together but the true legend is about power not love. in that legend black magic king reallince with devil race and conqueror hell Because 10000 years past when God tragedy happen. it was about how God of death throw all the devil into earth and that break the rule of life itself now those who die at earth. their soul will stay here forever. once everyone die then Noone can born.