Romans & histoires Forbidden

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

It was like pity… or maybe warning. “You speak of your child,” he said softly. “But do you know what you’ve done? Do you know what the forbidden is?” Emma’s face changed. “What?” The first rogue leaned forward. “You have done something that should not be done. Something sacred. Something hidden. You may rule now, but you have touched the forbidden.” Emma frowned. “What are you talking about? What is forbidden?” The rogues looked at each other. Then they bowed their heads. They said no more.

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.

"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.

Like I’d been the one left outside a locked room, listening to laughter that used to include me I sat there, unmoving, the house was suddenly too quiet—like it knew something sacred had been broken. Forbidden. That was the word that kept clawing at me. Not wrong. Not complicated but totally Forbidden. Aurora wasn’t just my best friend. Jaxon wasn’t just a guy. He was my brother. The rule wasn’t unspoken. It was carved into stone. Some lines were never crossed. Some people were off-limits forever. And they fucking crossed it together. I wasn’t just betrayed—I was disrespected, our family was. Because if it was

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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?

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

The bottles sat untouched on the sink. “Fuck”