Claimed By The Fallen King Novels & Stories

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

The warrior let out a letter . Fallen Kingdom? He asked a little taken back, " yes my king ! " You mean the kingdom where the wpowrrful rulers of the whole land reaide ? he asked . Yes my king ! This letter was sent by the three trustees of the ones who holds the current power in the kingdom. The warrior said respectively. Call them , king lucas told him and proceeded to open the letter, " it is my honour to announce the coronation of a new ruler of the fallen Kingdom that will take some few days , the kingdom stayed abord without a ruler for a long time. "

“Stop being vague. If you want to threaten me, then stop being so goddamn vague! What's wrong, leech? Did you trade your balls in exchange for the suit?” Nicholae narrowed his pretty cerulean blue eyes, and the thin veneer of civility dropped. When I saw his expression, I was scooting back on the bed before I was even aware of it. “Okay, since you want me to be clear, I will. Joanne Puhvel belongs to the king, as does Castor. He’s a warrior and was only on the forbidden territory because it’s his duty to protect her. Any repercussions that result from either of their actions will be borne by the king. If Joanne will get punished, he decides that, not you. Even the council does not have such

"You slaughtered this pack without heart, then you ask me not to do the same to your family!?" "Please forgive me, Your Majesty," pleaded the man who bowed lower and lower. "You go to Devon now. Tell him I will come soon! Go!" the King ordered when the man was still kneeling. "Ve-very well, Your Majesty," he said nervously, then stood up and staggered as his legs trembled. Such a coward dares to attack us. What a shame! The King ordered to throw the rest of the troops into the dungeon. The fallen pack warriors were to be cleaned for a proper funeral ceremony at night. Everyone immediately obeyed his orders, so I returned to Cora.

How had he, a king, fallen so far? “You will be a mere shadow of what you once were,” Ilyana continued, her voice unwavering, “a fallen ruler, bound by your shame. No longer will you walk the halls of power; no longer will your voice command respect. You will live out your days as a forgotten noble, cursed to watch your lineage wither, powerless to change your fate.”

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

Possession drips from his tone. Greed coils around every word like smoke. Of course. That’s what he always wanted… more power, more control. “ Shut up bastard! Our king is alive—” “ Alive? I doubt. If he can’t save his own people… he is better off dead. From now on I am your king and whosoever goes against me… is dead.” A few brave men surge forward , a last flicker of hope and in the next second their heads roll, blood soaking the soil.

“Why now? Why reveal yourself?” “Because the King has risen,” Isadora said, eyes flashing. “And he’s not coming to reclaim a throne. He’s coming to purge what he once ruled.” They camped that night at the edge of the Weeping Grove, where ancient trees cried black sap into the soil. Isadora brought news—and none of it was good. “The King’s heart was corrupted centuries before the Queen even fell to flame. He’s... not a savior. He’s a relic of wrath, a godless tactician who fed on prophecy like a parasite.”

CHAPTER 10 Lyra POV I woke to the sound of the crowd outside, their voices increasing in an unruly chant. "The King has fallen." What was wrong? I stood from the bed, wondering where the noise came from. I moved to the window to check what exactly was going on. A gasp escaped my mouth when I saw hundreds of wolves, gathered with banners in their hands. "The King has fallen," I read. "Execute the temptress." What were they trying to do and why was no one stopping them?

the Ranger demanded. "The North," I lied, leaning into the very propaganda King Solas had been broadcasting for years. "The city fell. Darius is dead. The... the Wolf took the throne." I let out a fabricated, hysterical sob, clutching Valen’s legs tighter. "He’s a monster," I wept, forcing tears into my eyes. "He’s slaughtering the loyalists. There’s no food. We just wanted to cross the border. We heard the Aurelian King was taking refugees."