Claimed By The Fallen King Novels & Stories

Sebastain must have regained his breath. The hunters increased their movements, they went faster than before. "I will take your throne and by nightime, I will be crowned King." He shouted. "You were never meant to rule!" I shouted back. "Neither were you!" He shouted back, "I am the first son of the Late King." The gate pushed open, my royals soldiers marched out. "At your guard!" Cenat's voice rose high above the noise, the smell of blood and war. That bastard was wounded, he should be resting.

“Did we miss the fun?” Adrian fell to his knees, gasping, the magic draining from him. His reign was over. I stepped forward, my voice steady. “This is my kingdom now.”

It feels like my world has come to a standstill, it feels like my whole life has come to an end. “See that” Bastian grins, “that’s what you get when you refuse me, Adele! All these years…” “I swear you won’t live to say the light of day tomorrow” I swing my sword at him but someone else catches it from behind me and I turn around to see the king, his face taut and expressionless. “You can not harm the king of Drakeswoth” he says before falling to his feet right in front of Bastian. A look of confusion flashes through my face. Why would he kneel in front of his own son? “Kill me instead” he urges, “your anger will be justified”

“You’ll regret this.” Fiona met his gaze, unwavering. “No, William. The only one with regrets here is you.” The doors burst open. Officers swarmed in. And just like that— The king had fallen.

He drew the royal sword of the king, the Heaven Piercer, it shone with a light that brought hope when all fell apart, “When he has returned, be kind to one another. Love each other as brothers should, do not pour malice over one another. My queen, my wife and my true beloved, I apologize for all my transgressions against you, for the hate that I have spewed in my late years. I love thee, with all my heart and soul.” He turned to the royal guards who were now in formation, “I am King Malik Howard, I shall defend this land with my life if I must. Who dares to trample upon the kingdom built by my ancestors, who dares to fight against the good Ecanus of this kingdom. Let us cross our blades and

But the whispers didn’t stop. “She doesn’t beg.” “And she doesn’t kneel.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine. So it is true. Revna is the King’s blood. ** By midday, my satchel was half-filled, my patience was gone, and my optimism— what little of it remained, was bleeding out slowly. I paused at the edge of a public square, pretending to browse a fruit stand while listening. A heated argument had broken out near the fountain. “The Crown failed us!” a rogue-looking wolf shouted. “The Corrupters walked straight into the Palace!”

One voice broke through, raw and incredulous: “This makes no sense! Eldoria has fallen. Its king is dead. Their throne burned. How do they keep rising from the ashes?” All eyes shifted, sliding back toward me as if awaiting an answer. My claws pressed into the arms of my throne, stone groaning beneath their edge. Slowly, I rose. The hall bent with me, the courtiers bowing as my boots cracked across the marble floor. “Prepare the pack,” I said, each word a blade. “Before the sun falls, we ride. Drenhaven will be claimed. And I will see every ember of Eldoria smothered in ash.”

Then speak. “The Sancta he was supposed to claim… has been claimed by another.” Her eyes widen. “What? Wait... How? But can’t he get compensation for that? There’s a clause, isn’t there?” “Yes. Restitution” I say. “In most cases.” “In most cases?” she presses. I meet her gaze. “She was claimed by the king.” Silence crashes into the room. “…King?” Mina repeats slowly. “You guys have a king?”

He wiped a speck of dust from his lapel. "Cover your eyes, Elara," he commanded. "Why?" I choked out. "Because I am about to ruin this suit." Three more rogues landed on the balcony. They circled us. They were huge. Foaming at the mouth. Their eyes were crazed. They held jagged knives that dripped with something green. Poison. "Kill the King!" one screamed. "The New Order rises!" Damon laughed. It was a cold, dry sound. "New Order? You are just meat."

And as she fell— A sudden, freezing wind swept the clearing. Lights flickered. Lantern flames twisted violently. The air itself seemed to rupture. Aria barely stayed conscious long enough to hear the horrified scream of a warrior: “THE BORDER— IT’S OPENING!” A tear in the air split open behind the pines— dark, swirling, alive— and as Aria collapsed, a low, dangerous voice echoed through the clearing like a prophecy: “Don’t touch her.” The Dark King had arrived.