Forgotten Kingdoms Series Novels & Stories

"Or do you want to know what a real man does when he sees a creature as beautiful as you in pain?" He reached down, his rough fingers grazing my jaw. The sparks that flew between us weren't the mate bond—I had just been rejected, I shouldn't feel anything. But this... this was raw attraction. "You're in my territory now, Princess," he whispered against my ear. "And the Shadowlands have different rules." My phone, which someone had placed on the coffee table, buzzed again. Another message from my father: Do not return. You are dead to us. I looked at Hunter. He was the villain of every story I’d been told. But right now, looking at the fire in his eyes, he was the only thing making me feel al

"When enough division existed, it entered the world fully." The memories shifted again. Now I saw the war. Not between light and shadow. Between everyone and the Silence. The Hollow Guard. The ancient armies. The throne. The queen. Fighting desperately against a darkness that consumed everything it touched. Not physically. Emotionally. People forgot who they loved, forgot what they believed, forgot themselves. The realization hit me like a physical blow. The Forgotten. That's why they were called that. The queen saw understanding dawn on my face. "Yes." Pain flashed through her eyes. "They were not created."

But that’s only a fantasy. A dangerous one. Because the moment I let someone in, they become a weakness. A liability. And in my world, weaknesses get exploited. I learned that lesson a long time ago. Still, as I watch Eunia laugh with my mother, something small and stubborn takes root in my chest. Something that whispers maybe this time could be different. I silence it immediately. This is business. Nothing more. And I need to remember that. Always.

But fear had entered the fortress. Not fear of Matthias. Not even fear of war. This was older than that. The First Kingdom was supposed to be legend. A fallen empire swallowed by blood and ruin centuries before any living wolf had drawn breath. Children grew up hearing stories about its kings and sacred bloodlines the same way humans spoke of myths meant to frighten or inspire. Ancient wolves. Moon-blessed rulers. Thrones bound by blood and magic. Stories. Nothing more. At least that was what I had believed. Until now.

The sands were on fire. Billowing in heated heats and crashing like dusty waves against the half-finished structures that would house the earthly remains of Kings. They should have been finished now but the tools had been dropped, the slaves and overseers fleeing from their work, prostrating themselves before their ruler for forgiveness. Forgiveness he could do naught but grant for who could face the wrath of a God? From the vast world beyond the eyes a great court was in session. Masked forms that seemed hybrids of man and beast discussed the events that blighted progress.

There could only be one divine knight on each kingdom of Earthos, Arth thought. "Before I continue, Arth," Lucas turned to him with serious eyes, "I want to formally ask if you have already decided to join our guild, the Forgotten Winter." Arth dropped the fork he was holding. His body flinched as his eyes were forced to open wide. Fo... Forgotten Winter? That’s the… rebel guild! "This is…" Arth slowly gazed at the warriors around him. "So… you're the one who murders nobles and high executives?!"

The Series is -Tessa Ignites -Tessa's Wolves -Cursed -Hexom -The Ranger -The Darke King -The Darke Princess -The Immortal's Mate