Claimed By The Fallen King Novels & Stories

"After all these centuries..." Captain Elyria lowered her head in respect. "If the vision is true, then our oldest prophecy is finally unfolding." I frowned. "What prophecy?" Elyria stepped toward the center of the hall. "When the Heart awakens, the Crown returns, and the Sword chooses its bearer..." "...the Moon Queen and the Forgotten King shall reunite." Her words echoed through the chamber. I felt Wesley tense beside me. "And who exactly is this king?" he asked, his tone calm but guarded.

---- Jack’s POV Morning comes early when you carry the weight of a pack’s future on your shoulders. As Alpha Prince of the Salt Rock pack and the one who will one day sit on the throne, there is no such thing as a lazy dawn. My father has been training me for years—grooming me to take over his duties so that when he steps down, the pack will not falter. The elders respect him; I want them to respect me the same way.

Leo smiled placing a kiss on my lips, his words sweet as I rested my forehead on his. “The Outcast Claimed by the King.” I smiled looking that very King in the eyes, after twenty years of searching… I’d found my place. ~The End~

“Spit them out.” “They say…” Mira dropped to a whisper. “You’re the moon come back. Blood that can put kings on thrones… or take their heads.” Pulse hammered in Lyra’s ears. “What do you think?” Mira finally looked straight at her. “I think,” she said soft, “the king never dragged anybody in chains… then put them up like royalty.” Girl vanished before Lyra could answer. Lyra stared at the food. Moon reborn. Crown kings.

One of them even stepped dangerously closer to the King, his sword gripped tightly, and the blade raised higher and higher. The King was startled, yet terrified, compelled to watch the sword inch closer. Suddenly, the men halted upon hearing cries of agony coming from outside—someone was interfering with their mission to end the life of the King. They quickly dispersed, leaving behind a single man in the chamber with the King. "You worthless rebel! You shall pay for your attempt on my life!!" screamed the King, his voice trembling, "because I am, I AM THE KING OF ALMARIO!" Determined to leave a lasting impression even in his last moments, he wanted the world to remember that he was the one t

"A letter?" He stepped closer, his golden eyes glinting with malice. "From the late General. It said the King of Decresh is too weak to rule. The kingdom suffers under your leadership. The nobles have written to me, begging me to return and reclaim the throne. And so I have." I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "You dare—"

she says with not an ounce of sincerity. I don’t deign to even glare at her as I pick up the rest of the stems and return to the mop that I thankfully haven’t put away yet. For some reason, Sophia still doesn’t leave as I mop up her mess. “I don’t understand what makes you so special,” Sophia muses. “It’s clear that King Alexander values his fated mate the most. Those who have gotten too close to her graveyard in the past have always been expelled.” I keep my expression neutral as Sophia reveals valuable information: Emily was the king’s fated mate.

Their bodies fell together, collapsing to the floor — his arm still wrapped protectively around her. The world seemed to stop. The sky darkened. The wind howled through the square as if the gods themselves cried out. The King fell to his knees beside their bodies, his crown clattering to the ground. “My children…” he whispered. “What have I done?” Mira dropped beside him, clutching both of them in her arms, her cries echoing through the city. The priest raised his trembling hands to the sky. “The prophecy is fulfilled,” he murmured. “The forbidden are no more.”

' Caelum's voice was a growl in my head, and I tried to push him back, but he remained unmoved like a mountain of fury. "Isn't this what you always wanted? For us to claim her? And now I am." I fired back at him, and I heard him snarl within me. His rumble made my hands clench against the throne's blade armrests. The sharp steel pierced through my skin, and thick red blood dropped onto the bone beneath, where the throne seemed to drink it eagerly. 'I want you to claim her because she's OURS. Because she's Aveline. Not because you're trying to punish a ghost through her body.'

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.