The Forgotten King Novels & Stories

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

he looked towards Rocco as if for confirmation, who nodded heavily, his gaze flickering back and forth between me and the doctor. A sharp pain filled my chest at the thought. No. If that was the case, then I would surely remember that. My parents had been my world. Always so loving. So close as a family unit. Losing them would be like a dagger through the heart. No. I would not have forgotten that. The pain would be too unbearable to simply forget. These men are lying to me. They have to be.

What happened to him A black figure emerged from behind...My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets realizing who it was. No no no no...Adam fucking Black. This is The new King!!. My stupid arrogant, shady, most annoying mate is the king. That's why his dad looked so familiar except for his eyes. Now I am defiantly never gonna even try being his mate. Not like I was ever going to.

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 king's grief transforms into determination, his eyes now filled with steely resolve. Seeking solace and counsel, King Frederick calls upon his trusted advisor, Lord Arcturus, who tells him that the kingdom of Maxoria must be confronted . Together, they strategize and plan, piecing together the fragments of the conspiracy. The king's regret fuels his pursuit of truth, his unwavering commitment to expose the malevolence that had infiltrated his kingdom.

“If anyone will try to find him, then he is the same as one who forgets Clapestris. He said that one must not leave Clapestris just for the king. His Highness said that we can only wait for his return, we must not find him or the kingdom will be forgotten.” The soldier has indeed relayed the message by the manner it has been given to him. Even Rowen and Dastgir are convinced. By their younger years in training under King Rashal’s supervision, they have heard the same principle. At a time like this, they are forged to the principle to not look for the missing ruler or else you will forget the kingdom. The ruler can meet his trouble or destruction but the kingdom must not have much contact wit

I clench my fist as I will myself to stay quiet, knowing that pretty soon, Karma will be coming to claim the King's ass, and I'll be the one looking down on him. After a couple of hours of travelling in the limo, we arrive at what I can only describe as a castle; it's enormous. The King gets out of the car, not bothering to help his wife, she slides out next, and I follow behind with my eyes still glued to the floor, like a good little pet.

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.

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.