Forgotten Conqueror Novels & Stories

Julian whispered, his voice laced with a dark, confusing resentment. "You are the one who handed me the contract, Alpha," Evelyn reminded him, her hazel eyes holding his with a chilling, final clarity. "I am simply honoring your signature."

Casper called him 'the right arm of the kingdom and Altruon's strength,' though he would steal his headship, ravage the land, and plague us with grief. "In the weeks following Stephan's death, the name came to mean no more than the violent and murderous rebellion he had inspired. His legacy was tarnished by his unsatiated lust for power. There had been such great bloodshed that the people were appalled by him, and he could no longer bear it. When at last Ramus came to power, there was such resistance to his reign throughout the seven regions that he asked that they crown him by his name." He paused, and Avera's eyes watched him with a spark of understanding. He nodded, knowing that she alrea

Sarah gasped, shocked and resolved, colliding in her eyes. John stood stunned. Callen whispered, “The reversal completes the heir becomes the keeper. The keeper becomes the heir.” Clint hissed. “No!” He lunged for Sarah. John sprang in front of her. His fist met Clint’s blow, sparks flew, the ground cracked, but the world shifted again. The Forgotten rose, not as monsters, not as pawns, they were alive, eyes filled with memory, anger and hope. They parted clearing a path toward Clint and the shattered crown.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

Is an answer I didn't know I had. "Forget what?" The brown-haired girl queries as we both inspect everything else but each other. "Forget that he has a sinister past. That he murdered his parents. Including a lot more people. As well as him being immortal and that he's genetically modified. Maybe that huh?" I answer finally sitting up and watching her reaction.