Forgotten Conqueror Novels & Stories

Even with the guards here, we didn't have to follow the contract. I swallowed hard and moved forward. My body still felt dizzy—the ground shifting beneath my feet like sand. I fell slowly against his arm. He placed my arm around his shoulders and walked me toward the door. His grip was firm. Careful. Like he was carrying something fragile. Something he didn't want to break. --- I woke slowly on the sofa. The cushions swallowed me. He was beside me. Sitting on the edge of the coffee table. Close. Too close. "You have to be strong, Gina." The words hit me badly. Kings men had interest only in their business. He was proving what the chairman had just told me. That I was a tool. A means to an en

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars and planets dance to the rhythm of gravity and time, lies a realm of forgotten worlds. These lost realms, shrouded in the shadows of oblivion, whisper tales of a bygone era when they thrived with life and vitality. Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion.

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

I asked. “It did, however when Mazikeen was created because of Monar’s lust for as much power as he could get, the gods stepped in and created someone who could defeat Mazikeen. Me. I was created to grow in power just like how Mazikeen grows too but I am always to be a little ahead of him in level of power. I represents everything which Mazikeen oppose just as he represents everything I opposed but rather, I was not well versed in the issue and so the gods decided to punish not just me but also the world we came from. The name is the forgotten world is forever forgotten and if we want to remember… well I made it worse because how can we remember the name of a place which is supposed to be fo

Using the Super Ability Mejora Visual, the Oculus captured a blurry image of the massive gate as well as objects exiting the crimson gate. "We've been expecting their return, but not this early." - Diana "Who are they?" Onimura asked. "They are The Forgotten Race. The enemy of our ancestors, defeated, and was banished out of the Starlian System." Canan answered. "Their information are well guarded in the military archive and only the Starknights know of their existence. For them to form an alliance with the Nightmare Race, it seems that something big is happening." He added. There are fourteen officers inside the tent including Diana, Canan, and Onimura. They can all hear the explosions happ

“You’re saying I’m her?” “No,” he said softly. “You are her second attempt.” The air fractured. Images struck like lightning. A child born of power too strong for the world. A soul rejected by its own prophecy. A goddess who refused her role, who tried to rewrite fate—and broke everything. “She failed,” the figure continued. “She chose love. Mercy. Mortality. And because of that… the Veil cracked. The Forgotten slipped through.” I clutched my chest, breath stolen. “She was shattered,” he said. “So we made her again. Stronger. Sharper. With no memory of weakness. We gave her your name.”

And that? That was their mistake. Because they'd forgotten something crucial: I hadn't retired because I'd gone soft. I'd retired because I'd already won every battle worth fighting. Because I'd become so good at violence that peace became my only challenge. I moved toward the front door, noting with grim satisfaction that Marcus was nowhere to be seen. Good. At least one of my people had maintained their loyalty. The security code accepted my entry without alarm – they'd wanted me to find this scene, then. Wanted me to know they could get to her anytime they chose.

Inside the trench, floating just above the stones, was a single object. A crown. Not of gold or jewels, but of bone and iron and blood. The Vestige leader pointed one skeletal finger at it. “The Crown of the Firstborn,” he intoned. “Claim it, and you claim dominion over what lies beyond the Door. Claim it, and you become the heir not just of Guardians... but of the Forgotten Kings.” I felt Maxwell stiffen beside me. Barin swore under his breath. Nima made a sound like a choked sob. Because we all understood. The war wasn’t just about surviving the First Door.

“I’m not obsessed. And I’m not looking for him.” Absolute lie. That night haunted me like a ghost I couldn’t exorcise. I’d replayed it in the dark, alone in my bed, fingers slipping between my legs as I chased the memory of his touch…the way his hands gripped my thighs, his mouth devouring me, his cock stretching me until I shattered. I’d come hard, whispering his name, but it was never enough. Never him.

"Can everyone stop saying that?" Nobody laughed. The Architect kept staring at the shadow. Then finally whispered: "The Forgotten." Silence. The name echoed strangely. Like a memory buried too deep. Nova frowned. "The Forgotten?" The Architect looked exhausted. "As the Dreamers are abandoned possibilities..." A pause. "The Forgotten are abandoned realities." The city froze. Nova's heart skipped. Entire realities? The Architect nodded. "There were universes before this one." The First Memory lowered her gaze. Remembering. The Architect continued.