Forgotten Kingdoms Series Novels & Stories

Alpha Dimitri said, making me look back at him. I furrowed my eyebrows. “The Three Kingdoms fell,” I said. “The Great War destroyed everything. The descendants of the Lycan kings impured their bloodlines. How could that be possible?” Alpha Dimitri smiled at me. He took the book out of my hand and placed it on the nightstand next to my bed. “Do you want to hear something that isn’t written in the textbooks?” he asked me, making my eyes widen. I loved listening to stories about our history. I loved listening to stories about the Three Kingdoms. I loved listening to old legends.

“You’re telling me Damien had a brother?” “A shadow,” Dante said. “Raised in private. Used as leverage.” “And now?” Amara asked. Cassian hesitated. “Now… I think he wants your throne.” Scene Three – The Map of the Forgotten Jasmina laid out the bloodline chart Isabel once kept hidden. The Varela crest. The Moretti tree. And then — stitched in black ink — the Nero fork. Two names: Damien Lorenzo One marked dead. One marked as “The Real King.”

“I know.” Maxwell finally spoke. “So what are you going to do to prove it?” I turned to him. “We show them what a Guardian is meant to be.” His jaw tensed, but he didn’t dispute it. Perhaps because he knew that there was nothing to argue about anymore. Arrival The Forgotten Clans didn’t have a kingdom or a fortress or even a single place to hold court. They were existences in the cracks of the world, a foot in this place or that place, held together with old debts and older grudges.

Veronika then once more sent her spies to return with some news, which they would take with them with other agents. In each of these kingdoms there would be no more work, as for which these countries will no longer pose any problem, neither for the European continent nor for the West or the Asian continent. These three kingdoms in question, were commanded by supernatural beings, were versed in magic, one of them bordered the Russian territory, called Kiluan-Decatlan, were commanded by a supernatural mafia commanded by the king and lord of the mystical forces of the white wolves and renegades from border dimensions. These people, the family of the monarchy, were divided, some of them joined t

They just didn’t understand what yet. “There is a kingdom beyond the Forbidden Forest,” I announced, and the murmuring exploded into genuine commotion. “A kingdom called Shadowfang. A kingdom that has existed alongside ours for centuries, hidden behind a barrier of magic and deception. A kingdom that possesses power and resources that rightfully belong to us.” “Your Highness—” someone began, but I silenced them with a look. The darkness in my eyes must have shown because they stumbled backward, fear replacing confusion.

CHAPTER 34: IN THE LIBRARY. BARAKAR'S POV. During my growing-up days, it was mandatory for me to learn about the history of the five kingdoms, each and every one of them. I learned about the Blood Wars - the most gruesome war in ancient times, which led to the division that eventually brought about the formation of the five kingdoms. I learned about the civil wars that took place in the kingdoms, the fall of great and noble houses, and the rise of seemingly nameless houses into notoriety, like mine - House Gavanar, during those days of chaos and political instability.

“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.

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.

The Forgotten join the kingdom. They are welcomed, embraced. They have been erased for centuries. Now they are remembered. Now they are home. But I know this is not the end. There is always something.