Claimed By The Fallen King Novels & Stories

Ademon takes slow strides towards him. "Your loyalty stinks. I should have taken your head the first moment you asked to too much for your poor service," he says. "Please . . . My father's Kingdom is about to fall. I am sorry that . . . I got desperate, My Lord. Please . . .. do not kill me!" the Prince pleads.

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

Every eye dropped to his swollen belly. An ancient elder with long silver hair named Thorne rose slowly. “So the rumors are true. The king has taken a male omega and already filled him. How many months along are you, boy?” Kai swallowed hard. “It has only been two days since the king… claimed me. Yet I look like this.” Murmurs erupted across the room. Another elder, a sharp-eyed woman, leaned forward. “Two days? Impossible unless he carries the forbidden blood. Is it true? Are you Eclipse?”

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

“Go on.” “So like, are we just spying on the royal family or killing someone there?” His eyes darken with something unlike anything I've ever seen or maybe I'm imagining it. “You'll be killing the entire royal family.” “All of them?” Shane asks, shocked. Rhea and I gasp. “The princes, princesses, the king. Yes, Shane, all but don't touch the crown prince's mother, the queen. She's mine to deal with. All you need to do is capture her.”

"They've been missing for twenty years." The army stopped at the edge of the battlefield. Then their leader stepped forward. He removed his helmet. And I recognized him. Alexander's uncle. The last surviving prince of Moonfang. He looked directly at me. Then at the unconscious Alexander. And said: "The King has fallen." He raised his sword. "And now..." His eyes turned cold. "...the throne must be claimed."

Not submission. Recognition. The mark on my palm burned bright. The throne spoke inside the chamber. THE CONQUEROR MAY CLAIM THE CROWN. THE QUEEN MAY CLAIM THE CONQUEROR. Raiken stepped closer to me. Cassian’s red eyes did not move. Orochi descended from the black throne. Three kings stood before me. One bound by love. One bound by blood. One bound by ancient conquest. The false king laughed from inside the floor. “You still do not see it.”

Elara Silvermoon has spent her entire life being overlooked, mocked, and reminded that she will never be enough. Then one reckless night changes everything. After a drunken encounter with Darius Blackthorn—the arrogant, powerful Alpha heir who has always treated her with contempt—Elara discovers she is pregnant with his pup. Forced by their powerful families to become his mate, she dreams of building a family with the man she secretly loves. But Darius wants nothing to do with her. While Elara endures whispers, humiliation, and his endless rejection, Darius continues living like the untouchable playboy he has always been. Then tragedy strikes, and Elara loses the one thing that b

He took an involuntary step back, his shoulders slumped, the resentment in his face warring with the sudden, cold realization that he was standing on the losing side of a massacre. I looked at Caius, and for a moment, the King of the Blood-Stained Throne looked back at me. There was no pretense of a Vessel or a Consort. There was just the look of two people who had torn down a wall and found a battlefield on the other side. "Does anyone," I said, my voice steady, cutting through the terrified whispers like a knife, "have anything they’d like to add before we decide what to do with the rest of her?"

Tari let out a soft chuckle, her mind already racing. **** Adriana moved amongst the people, her head low, as she listened to their murmurs. "It would be a good thing if the late King isn't actually dead. He is far better than the King." Someone said, and the rest agreed with him. "Our late King kept us safe, but since the current King came, the number of rogues is increasing every day.” "Yes!" The small crowd chorused. "We want our King back. We want King Kallias." "Yes." More echoed.