Forgotten Conqueror Novels & Stories

to me. Not once. Not even when we were children, when our parents were still alive. Theron put the communicator away and walked back to my ashes. He crouched down, his hand hovering over them. I held my breath. Please, recognize me. When we were kids, we found an ancient text in the clan library. It spoke of a secret unique to our bloodline. Even in ash, an imprint of the soul remains. A powerful enough mind, one deeply connected to the blood, could read it.

Entire civilizations disappeared beneath endless war. Not because of greed. Not because of power. Because humanity remembered every hatred. Every betrayal. Every revenge. Each generation inherited the wounds of the previous one. Until no one remembered how peace had begun. ⸻ Eight Guardians gathered beneath the mountain. Aurelius. Cassian. Seven others. And… One young man carrying a simple wooden horse. The same horse now resting in the stranger’s hands. He smiled. “What if…” he whispered, “…people could choose what to forget?”

She looked… tired. But not defeated. She placed a sealed parchment in my hand. “The name,” she said. I unrolled it slowly. It wasn’t just one traitor. It was a network. Old officials. Exiled nobles. Underground merchants. Foreign contacts. All tied together. All working to slowly dismantle our kingdom from within. One name stood out. A commander stationed near the northern coast. A man we once trusted. I cursed. Ashyrel sat down, finally allowing herself to breathe.

It was a matching set they had played with as children, a token from a time before he went abroad, before the blood and the funerals changed everything. His fingers traced the sharp, cold edges of the silver, his face tightening into something heavy, dark, and filled with unresolved grief. “She doesn’t remember,” he whispered into the empty, quiet room, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the metal. “She really doesn't remember a single thing about me.” He closed his eyes, the image of Jacyn laughing easily with Liam flashing through his mind. A dangerous flicker of resolve sparked beneath his guilt. Liam thought he could lock her away in his fortress forever, keeping the past buried to

Adrian curiously asked. "Yes. He saw me in my coffin and the images as well. He found Dragonbane too, but suddenly forgot all of it when he obtained the sword." Adrian shut his eyes and recalled the markings at the bottom of the lake. "I think I know who it was. It was War Legate Achelous, my predecessor. His memories of this place were erased, causing him to fail in his mission. More importantly, he did not know what he had forgotten, so he left behind markers to tell him what he needed to do. But ultimately, he failed."

The Neglected soldiers advanced together in sync. Castor grinned smugly. “The moment for making decisions has passed.” He raised his hand. The shadows moved. His voice echoed across the battlefield, deep, unwavering, ruthless. “Silvermoon is part of The Forgotten.” The shadows advanced rapidly. The conflict had started.

“Oh, Aria, I am so sorry. That must have been so difficult to hear. Let me reassure you that you are surrounded by people that love and care for you, and will give you all the support you need to process this. We have been trying to monitor you a little more before we confirmed, but the fact you did not respond to Beta Rocco when you came around was concerning in itself, but we thought that it may be your body taking it’s time to come around, but with this now too, I think it is safe to say that despite our best attempts at healing you when you came into us after the rogue attack, I think there has been some degree of memory loss.” My body froze at his words. Memory loss. What was this man t

"Take them away." Having committed a major financial crime, Sophia was sentenced to 20 years in prison. On the other hand, Liam's biological father didn't want him, so he ended up at an orphanage. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed. However, James still didn't have Naomi and Celeste by his side. He numbed himself by throwing himself into his work, refusing to take any breaks. One day, he was invited to the AI Summit. When he spotted a familiar name on the technical team name list, his heart seized. He ran his finger over those letters over and over again. It spelled out Naomi Sloane.

“Otherwise, your rival company will get ahead of you. Colton is cunning—he never keeps his word even with a contract in place.” “Don’t worry,” Silvanus replied calmly. “I know exactly how that man works. If he breaks our deal, he knows what’s coming. He came to me begging to rebuild his fallen company. If he can’t keep his word, then there’s only one outcome for him—his downfall.” “What do you mean?” Yve asked. “You know he’s a manipulator—” “I’ll cut all connections with him and his companies. I only give my word once. If someone betrays it, they’ll never regain my trust.”

When she appeared in the doorway he turned — a fraction of something that might have been relief, gone before she could see it. The Greymere pack, Riven said. Eastern border. Their Alpha found dead three hours ago — not natural causes. Succession unclear, two rival claimants already moving. What do you need? she said. Caelan looked at her with the assessment of someone determining what help was available. Can you read a territorial map? Teach me. * * * The maps were nothing like she had expected — not geography but overlapping boundaries in a colour system she did not recognise.