Forgotten Conqueror Novels & Stories

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.

The Forgotten's rewrite was ninety percent complete when they revealed their true intentions. "We are not just removing the Architects' deepest code," the first Forgotten announced, its form solidifying into something almost threatening. "We are replacing it with our own." I felt ice flood my veins. "That was not the agreement. You were supposed to eliminate tyrannical control, not substitute your own version of it."

The dome vanished, in its place was a net of raw, painful memory. The lead, Forgotten, wearing Finn’s lost love’s face, stepped forward. When its foot crossed the valley, the bloody light lashed out. It didn’t destroy it and it remembered it. The Forgotten soldier shuddered, its vacant black eyes cleared, showing confused, scared eyes of the young woman she once was. She looked at Finn, lips silently saying his name, then faded into a gentle silver mist that rose and vanished. The ancient oath, fully awakened, was not a shield and it was fire. It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free.

said Tera. "What was that… Forgotten Winter the lord was talking about earlier?" Tera took a pause from his walk, then turned his head. "You have not known anything about them at all?" Arth shook his head. The grand knight pinched his lips before pointing a finger at a cemented wall ahead. Two, wanted posters had been attached, showing one face each. “The Forgotten Winter is the famous rebel guild hiding in secret. They’ve been terrorizing cities and the capital for years, mercilessly targeting the high ranking executives and upper class men," said Tera.

A disturbance. The Forgotten was still there. And he was not alone. He closed his eyes and looked into the crystal. He saw the Forgotten, trapped in the center, but around him, he saw other figures—figures he had never seen before. Other gods, cast out by the old ones. Other powers, hidden away for centuries. And they were waking up. The Forgotten looked up at him and smiled. You think you’ve won? he said, his voice echoing in his mind. You’ve just awakened an army. An army that will destroy everything you’ve built. And when they break free… There will be no one to stop them.

Apparently, I was a heartless, self-absorbed monster who never considered my mother’s feelings. Everyone condemned me for being ungrateful to my family, while sympathizing with Jean for raising two children, only for one of them to throw his life away. Feeling exhausted inside out, I left her to go to Tanner. It was only then that I realized Tanner had turned to gambling under the pressure of being unable to keep up with his coursework. The factory boss who planned to fund my education was no dummy. Upon learning that I had changed my name, he did a little digging and found out the truth about college.

I asked the doctor to find out what was wrong with him and after checking it, he told me that he was passing through a lot of changes in his cell and that his memories have been forgotten which means he won't be able to remember anything from his past events. Even when the doctor asked him a question all he could remember was his name which was.... Maddox! As happy as I was , I found this as an opportunity to not lose everything I have because I know exactly what will happen if everyone finds out that my only son is dead, so I replaced him with Maddox. I told him many things about himself which he came to believe and then accept. And I guess he never remembered his memories until a day when

He yelled and my anger paused as a strong wave of confusion washed over me. “Why would the fucking council vote a stranger?” I spat out, glaring at him. he obviously has worked for too long and now his brain was failing him. “You are asking me that?” he retorted, and my brows raised —what other fuck did he expect me to ask him? “The forgotten lands and this land is but one land. If you paid attention to Asher, you would have noticed that he knows the history more than you do…” “If there is need to eliminate him, then I will happily do it!” I spat getting to my feet.

But that’s only a fantasy. A dangerous one. Because the moment I let someone in, they become a weakness. A liability. And in my world, weaknesses get exploited. I learned that lesson a long time ago. Still, as I watch Eunia laugh with my mother, something small and stubborn takes root in my chest. Something that whispers maybe this time could be different. I silence it immediately. This is business. Nothing more. And I need to remember that. Always.