Forgotten Kingdoms Series Novels & Stories

Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat There was a time when heroes roamed between the Four Great Cities. They fought for kingdoms and princesses and they lived and died by their valour. Or so the stories say. The way the minstrels sing it, everyone had a swashbuckling good time. Nowadays, buckles are rarely swashed. All the great beasts have been slain, all the great treasures unearthed. Princesses are few and far between — the ones worth fighting over, anyway — and the kingdoms have been divvied up between the sons of so

My lessons are well rounded. From my teachings I have learned that Oremgoth is made up of four kingdoms: Jotum, Nidavelle, Heimed, and Skaldic. I found out that I was originally from Nidavelle, the land of forests. Skaldic is North and entirely on a peninsula on the sea. It tends to be in perpetual winter, only thawing out a few months out of the year. Jotum and Heimed are where much of our agriculture comes from and Heimed tends to be a bit milder in temperature, it being further south. Together these four kingdoms make up the High Kingdom of Oremgoth of which I am to become Queen as soon as I am married to the High King. That blessed union will be in one year.

“He is Merfoy, the white sorcerer and the ruler of the 5 kingdoms' distributed powers.” “Sit and I will explain everything,” Merfoy said with a straight face as they approach him and took their seats facing him. “I’m the white-eyed sorcerer Merfoy who lived for almost 1000 years. My father Farghan was the one who created the divisions between the 5 kingdoms and gave royalties to each of his flames to rule a peaceful and magical surrounding. My younger brother Seres wanted to become royalty so he betrayed our father and killed the royalties of Veroma whom my father enthroned the red flame.”

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

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.

Book 2: The Forgotten Princess revealed. Dallas’ p.o.v. I have been back at Silver Eclipse Pack for nearly twenty four hours and have spent them locked on the Beta floor. Daxton and Darius have been doing their jobs for Preston, but none of us has told them what happened at the Palace or what the outcome was. Uncle Vaughn—I can no longer call him King—asked that we wait a few days. He has an idea on how to reveal everything to everyone in the Kingdom and wants some time to organize it with the help of some Elders. He didn’t give me specifics, but I did give him a week to inform the Kingdom before the meeting, so I am okay with it.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

The Heart of Reality. 💔 There had never been a fourth. Or so they believed. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Throne The book revealed another memory. 🌙 Ancient ruins appeared around them. A massive palace. Larger than kingdoms. Built from black crystal. 🖤 Four thrones stood inside. Not three. Four. 👑👑👑👑 The first belonged to the King. The second to the Guardians. The third to the Heart. And the fourth…

"The Origin of the Sea Dragons... The Origin of the Merfolk... The Origin of the Sea Serpents... The Origin of the Octopus Clan..." Anna quietly read the titles of the books Theo had placed on the table before her. "So, these are the only four histories I need to learn?" she asked. "Yes, Your Majesty." Theo nodded. "In this world, there are only four kingdoms: the Sea Dragon, the Sea Serpent, the Merfolk, and the Octopus." Anna frowned thoughtfully. As far as she knew, there were countless kinds of sea creatures. What about crabs? Jellyfish? Why were there only four kingdoms?

Kaelor breathed, his hand tightening into a fist. ​"She tore her own soul out. She broke it into fragments to create the seven seals that chained Malakor beneath the earth. The 'Seven Kingdoms' weren't established to honor the gods, Lysander. They were established as military garrisons to guard the seven prisons. The High Council altered the texts because the first Alphas didn't want their packs to know that their grand royal bloodlines were just jailors built from the residual magic of a human queen's suicide." Seraphina whispered, her voice shaking.