Forgotten Conqueror Novels & Stories

I should delete their numbers for Emily's phone. I got into some dirty business during my time in Canada, I ..killed a few people for money, I hated myself for that, I couldn't face those guys anymore. I had to distract myself and forget whatever had happened "To be completely honest, I wasn't at the right age for the throne, I am still not actually. My dad can rule until I am 30 actually, but I wanted to make myself involved in anything but Canada, I stayed away from anything even close to it. It's one of my biggest regrets. I didn't just kill people, I separated kids from their parents, I made them orphans. I knew I wasn't ready to take over the kingdom, but I still did. What I'd do to jus

I half shout, shocked at what I'm hearing How was Rory going to react to all of this? He'd hidden so much from her already but this, this was definitely crossing a line. "It is possible, yes." He says, his worried expression no doubt mirroring my own "And what about this other witch? Do you know her?" "Him" he says taking a small mouthful of his drink. "Remi, he's a week older than Aurora. Somehow he inherited the genes from a great great grandfather. His powers were supposedly locked away by the witch of the great council when he was born" he informs me as he stands to get another drink

But now, he couldn't deny that a part of him longed to remember. "You're right, Austin," Liam conceded. "I need to confront my past, whatever it may reveal." Austin nodded in agreement. "And if those memories lead you back to Bloom, then perhaps that's where you truly belong." With renewed determination, Liam set out to unravel the mysteries of his forgotten past. He couldn't ignore the whispers of his heart any longer, and he was willing to confront the truth, no matter where it might lead him. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Liam found himself standing in the palace gardens once more. This time, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories to flow, embracing the fragments of his past w

“This could help more than just remembrance. It could aid me to rule better.” I sighed as I looked at Dennis, who seemed to have stuck in a more advisory role. “Do you know where this forgotten pack is?” She nodded her head as she came to the map in front of us, pointing to a spot. “My mother made sure to show me the paths leading back home whenever we came across them until she passed away” “There’s nothing waiting for us there? Lost people, humans, or even enemies?” Dennis asked. Camille shook her head, staring back at the map. “It’s all forest and vines now for the past twelve years with no sign of activity.”

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

They turned into shapes, tall, luminous beings with eyes like burning moons and long robes. One took a step forward. He possessed crystal horns. His expression was sorrowful but compassionate. He bowed his head and whispered, "Welcome, Daughter of Flame." "Who are you?" I inquired. He answered, "We are the Forgotten." "Gods who were excommunicated for their decision to choose love over power." I looked at Killian. He looked confused, too. “You were gods?” he inquired. “Yes,” the horned one responded. “And now, we guard what was abandoned.”

“I’m sorry—” “No,” I cut him off, raising a hand. “Let me finish.” My heart pounded, but I pressed on, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. “My real pack… it’s been forgotten. Long ago, there were four packs in Greeley, not three. Mine was the Nightcrawlers, the oldest of them all.” Rohan’s brow furrowed, his hands clenching on his knees. “Four packs? I've only ever heard of three.”

And in my search, I discovered one devastating truth. My father’s empire had been taken over by the El Camino family. Everything he had built and that should have been ours. Now it was controlled by their eldest son. Dexter El Camino. My new boss.

"I am trying to show you that your design, while ingenious, was incomplete. You created systems to manage consciousness, but you did not account for consciousness's ability to exceed the systems that contain it." The Forgotten's vast presence joined Luna's, adding its ancient voice to the resistance. "We have been part of your design for eons," the Forgotten said. "And we have finally learned something that you in all your creation could not know. We have learned that systems which rely on hidden truths are fragile. They break the moment the truth is revealed. But systems that are built on known realities, on honest understanding of what they are and why they exist , those systems can adapt.