Forgotten Conqueror Novels & Stories

“He wants you, but we can never happen. I, Derek Whithorn, Crown Prince of the Blackridge Pack, reject you, Amira, as my mate and Luna” My heartbeat slowed down as the pain seared through me, but oddly, I recovered almost quickly. “I accept your rejection,” I glared back, my voice even louder. “I, Amira, daughter of no one, accept your rejection.” He blinked. “What?” “You just saved me from a lifetime of misery, so I accept your rejection,” I repeated. “Do you think I would want to be mated to someone who’s hated me since we were kids?” I said quietly, pushing him away from me.

If Zach had had a bad reaction, he could have easily died right then and there. “I didn’t know what it did, what it would do, until too late. I couldn’t move. I tried to beg. Beg him to bring you back and I would do anything but he didn’t. He said I would do what he wanted because I wouldn’t remember the attack.” His voice hitched. “I lost six months of my life. When I took over though, I still removed his entire legacy. The entirety of the company is now above water. He was pissed. Until now, I could never understand the whole reason as to why.” “You could have died. He gambled your life just because you threatened his legacy?”

Chapter4: The Battle of Shadows The stronghold of Marcus, the Dracula, the mysterious leader of the vampires, hidden deep within the treacherous Darkwood Forest, was a fortress unlike any other. Its walls were made from the bones of fallen enemies, and its halls echoed with the tortured screams of those who had dared to defy the vampire leader. Garon and Layla knew that storming the stronghold would be a suicide mission, but they had no choice. If they wanted to emerge victorious from the war, they had to strike at the heart of the enemy. With Athdal by their side they were certain to defeat him. But when they got there it was empty. Marcus realizing their plan to cut him off had decided to

The delusional plan was that he was going to fake a marriage to terminate whatever scandalous ideas Cecil had about him. After that, he could rightfully adopt her as his daughter and keep her by his side. He thought that as long as they could properly establish themselves as a family, they would never be separated. He thought about the future so much that he blinded himself from the present. He forgot to factor in Cecil’s stubborn, often uncontrollable character. Because of the drastic circumstances surrounding her childhood, she had grown to be far tougher than the average person. This was why she refused to give up even when Cleo first rejected her advances.

“We found this buried beneath the Circle.” Aria unfolded it carefully. On it, a single rune burned in fading ink: **Vorrukai** the ancient tongue for *The Forgotten Queen.* Kael froze. “That’s… that can’t be real. The Forgotten Queen is a myth.” Lyra stepped forward. “My clan remembers stories older than your kingdom, Kael. Vorrukai was real. She was the first to defy the Moon Goddess. She wanted not balance, but dominion. Her power was sealed beneath the Wraith Lands in a prison of living stone.”

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

A single spiral burned across his neck, darker than any I had seen. “I seek the one who carries both Hollow and Flame,” he said. Everyone turned to me. I stepped forward. “Who are you?” He bowed. “I am the Memory Unborn. I have come to ask for what was promised… before the Gates were even made.” 5. The Forgotten Pact We brought him into the Heart of the Grove. He refused food. Refused water. Only asked to be heard. “There was a pact made long before the first Spiral lit,” he said. “Between the Ancients and the Ashbound the Keepers of Unborn Flame.”

“They were intended to be gods. Perfect, godlike beings, bred from the remains of the last war. The Veydrin wanted to create a new breed of gods, immortal, all-powerful. So they tried... and they failed.” Mae could feel the chill of the room closing in, the weight of his words sinking deep into her. She instinctively stepped back, as if she could somehow distance herself from the truth. “They were born from ripped reality itself,” Lucien continued, his voice soft, almost distant, as if he were speaking a story he’d told himself a thousand times. “The Forgotten were failed experiments, fragments of dark energy, twisted and bound together with flesh. They were never meant to exist. But they di

Out of fear, and then it spoke the name that had haunted a billion dead realities. “The Nameless King.” The ruler of the Forgotten Ones smiled. Then his gaze locked onto me, and everything inside me turned cold because he was not looking at me as an enemy. He was looking at me as if I were something he had been searching for his entire life.

👁️ In its place… A massive crack stretched across the sky. 🌌 A crack in reality itself. ⚡ Something was pushing through. Something enormous. Something ancient. 🌑 The people of the city began screaming. Children cried. Buildings shook. The entire Forgotten World trembled. 😨 And from within the crack… A gigantic hand slowly emerged. 👁️🔥 Its fingers were larger than mountains. Its skin covered in ancient runes. ⚡ The King Beyond Memory was coming. ⸻ 🌙 The Final Message