Forgotten Conqueror Novels & Stories

It is Alirion who monopolized this friendship and Prince Hagan blindly fell for that false notion. Haco shakes his head in regret for not seeing through the Prince’s intention to free Alirion from his banishment in the Green Haven sanctuary. He should have insisted to join Prince Hagan when he announced to their King that he will visit Alirion there. He could have prevented their Prince from committing yet another mistake.

She has become someone the Forgotten want, and we don’t know how exactly she is important to them. A messenger suddenly burst into the chamber, breathing hard; he looked terrified. "Your Majesty," he gasped. "The scouts from the northern forest returned." Everyone turned. The messenger swallowed and said, "They found an army gathering beyond the mountains." The room went still. "Whose army?" General Varric demanded. The messenger's face paled. "Their symbols looked like The Forgotten." And then he said the words that changed everything, making it all become complicated. "They are marching under the banner of the Moon Queen."

I queried. He looked like he hadn’t expected the question, but he started answering anyway. “The Salvatore name hasn’t always represented the greatness that it does now. There was a time where we almost lost the throne, and that would’ve been thanks to your great grandfather. The man was a tyrant, and if you tried to stand against him, he would banish you. He had a section of land cut off from the rest of the kingdom, and that’s where he’d send the people he banished. At first, those people banded together, and the land actually became profitable and could stand on its own with the need of the royal castle. However, your great grandfather was not happy about that, so he launched an attack on

“Lord Kenny Bred had imprisoned Debra and the Carter family in the New World prison. If Darryl had wanted to save them, he would have done so a long time ago. He must not have wanted to do that. So, Master, you don’t have to be afraid of him. Debra is strong; she might be useful to us for the growth of the Forgotten Valley. She could be of great help to us.” Woo! Venus sighed in relief when she heard that. She said, “You mean that you want her to drink the Forgotten Water?” The Forgotten Water was the spring water found deep in the Forgotten Valley. One would forget their memories if they were to drink the water, whether they were cultivators or ordinary humans. It was incredibly magical. Th

His words had struck a chord within me—his mention of the alpha king and the mark that had eluded him. The alpha king, a figure of legend and power, had cast a long shadow over the kingdom's history. His mark was not just a physical trait; it symbolized authority, lineage, and an unbreakable tie to the noble bloodline. For the crown prince to allude to possessing that mark, and then reveal that he did not inherit it, was a revelation that held significance beyond the immediate situation.

Fortunately, with the help of my friends in Italy and Greece, I finished my schooling in business course and applied as Barack's secretary who is now my fiancé. My heart was heavy upon reminiscing the past. It was squeezing me inside, preventing me from breathing smoothly. I did not know what happened afterwards, my mind was nowhere to be found. The next thing I just knew was we were already inside the van and my son was watching the colourful lights outside. I motioned my hands to my face and noticed my wet cheeks. I immediately wiped it with my fingers and heaved a heavy deep breath. Am I really ready to face my past and remember the forgotten?

Vance sighed, a surprisingly boyish grin brightening up his face as he dreamed of the future. Cull laughed. “Ah. The dreams of forgotten lies to become real lies,” he replied cynically. “The true story is whatever the victor decides to write, and you lost. The losers always rewrite their own histories to make them the victors so no one can ever truly know the truth, as if anyone cares. So now you supposed honourable men can all soon become as corrupted as much as the rest of us again. You know, I could make a tidy sum if I turned you over to the Clergy.” “And have them find out you’ve had dealings with us before, and have knowledge of the last Katrall? You’d be next to me as they bend

He looked like something that had once been human but had long since forgotten how to be. “You,” he rasped, staring at me. “You carry the Guardian’s mark.” I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The creature’s gaze flickered to the book. “The last Keeper of the Forgotten.” The room shuddered, as if the very walls recognized his words. Lena took a cautious step forward. “And what, exactly, were you forgotten by?” A twisted smile spread across his ruined face. “By time. By history. By those who wished to erase what I know.” His gaze fixed on me again. “You seek answers. But are you prepared to bear the weight of truth?”

“If he dies, we burn the rogues’ lands to the ground in his name.” A ripple of tension passed through the crowd. It was a declaration of vengeance, a promise of war. But Ayla knew the truth. Kael wasn’t a fool. He knew that slaughtering rogues would not bring back a dead soldier. He could order bloodshed, but deep down, he understood the futility of it. He needed a healer. And she was the only one available.

The lazy arrogance vanished completely. His fingers tightened around the armrest. His pupils widened. The color seemed to drain from his face. The name had dragged something out of him that had been buried beneath centuries of darkness. The Forgotten. He hadn't heard those words spoken aloud in an age. Not seriously. Not as a possibility. Not as anything other than a memory he had deliberately buried beneath layers of time. Selene watched him carefully. She continued. "And when The Forgotten return..." Her voice became quieter. "...all that exists shall stand upon the edge of nothing."