The Forsaken King Novels & Stories

"Look what we have here?" The one with chocolate hair and brown skin chuckled like a maniac. "The Forsaken Alpha's bride..." I could've sworn that my blood drained out of my body when I saw their fangs...

“My beauties, how have I missed your presence. But I am saddened to send you away once more. Fly towards the Kingdom of Howard, I shall lend you some pieces of my essences.” The vultures stared at the king incredulously, and he simply smiled, “Search for the missing prince, with the powers I shall grant you, be cloaked as normal citizens of that wretched kingdom. Ask, prod, search and bring me information about Colter’s whereabouts. I know you will not fail me.” With that, he unleashed a sinister black aura that enveloped the vultures . They made raspy, hissing sounds as they absorbed the essence of the king.

“Wesley Wrest, I, Makayla Crane, reject you as my mate. I reject the false bond you forced into place using forbidden and illegal magic. And I accept Alpha Rafael Crane as my husband, my mate, and my Alpha.” Satisfied doesn’t begin to cover what I feel as I watch Wesley writhe in pain, tears streaming down his face. He claws at my feet, begging, screaming, throwing up with fervor. Even as King Helios orders his men to drag him away, Wesley never stops pleading for me. A shiver runs through me as his insane eyes never leave me. Not once, until he’s gone from the temple hall. “What on earth made him go insane like that?” King Helios asks, his expression dark and burdened as he watches Wesley g

And yet, their eyes burned with something deep, something cursed. Sienna’s breath hitched. “The Forgotten.” Elior had heard the stories—warriors who had sought the power of The Crown but had been lost to it. Their souls had never found peace, bound to the ruins for eternity. One of them stepped forward. Its voice was like shattered glass grinding together. “The blood of kings runs through you.” Elior felt a pull, a sensation deeper than fear. He gritted his teeth. “And if it does?” The Forgotten warrior lifted an ethereal blade, black as the void. “Then you must prove yourself.”

"Because you were never supposed to be the key." Lyla stilled. The words sank into her like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. She had spent her entire life feeling out of place, like something was pulling her toward a destiny she didn’t understand. And now, standing in front of the woman who had once given her life She realized she hadn’t been pulled toward a fate. She had been pulled toward a lie. "The Forsaken were meant to be erased," the queen continued, stepping closer. "Their bloodline ended. Their power buried. The door was sealed, the key broken, and the war forgotten."

But for me, it was the day after the end. I forced myself not to look back. I knew the mansion was still there behind me, with the tall gates that I have lived with. That house had been my palace and my prison, my battlefield and my coffin. If I turned, if I allowed myself even a slight turn at all, I knew I would crumble. My heart, already fragile, would shatter completely. So I walked forward. One step, then another. Each step was heavy, as if I dragged chains behind me.

The burn on my hand was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest. This was the man I gave everything to. The man who promised to love me forever. And here he was, parading his mistress in my home. Tears spilled again. I wiped them away quickly, forcing myself to focus. I couldn’t break down. Not tonight. A guest was coming, and I couldn’t ruin the meals. So I swallowed my sobs, tightened my grip on the spoon, and turned back to the stove. Because what else could I do? I was his wife. His forgotten, discarded wife.

Instead, he is gone, leaving behind only an ache, a hollow space where hope used to sit. The morning brings something far more ominous than regret: a royal envoy. Not the usual minor officials, but men dressed in black cloaks adorned with silver chains and bearing the Alpha's’s sigil-a crown ensnared by thorns. Their arrival spreads fear throughout the pack like wildfire. Whispers erupt in every corner of the hall: unrest at the borders, rogues mutating alongside strange beasts, debts owed to the Crown. The air itself feels heavy with murmurs and dread. The Alpha’s heir has summoned the royal house. That alone is enough to make everyone uneasy.

His eyes were gone, replaced by glowing blue pits that wept shadows. "My mother sends her regards," Killian’s voice distorted, sounding like a thousand whispering ghosts. "She says the Gate was never meant for the King. It was meant for the Harvest." He raised a hand, and a wave of blue decay began to rot the glowing trees around us. The First Kingdom was screaming. "Vespera," Killian hissed, stepping toward us. "The King is dying to give you a past. I am here to give you an eternity. Leave him. Let him turn to dust. Join me, and we will rule the Void that remains."

He wasn't yet finish with those scavengers who dared trespass his kingdom uninvited. Walking so slowly while deliberately dropping all the black metals from him, his red eyes were overwhelmed with much darkness now that Hakyi and Osiris had felt their wounds opening up while they put a safe distance from the king. They opened the door for the king, revealing those purple people in the floor with eight of those heavily injured scavengers. They all shivered for the man in front of them was different from the king for the previous meeting. On his left hand was the blue flame again licked with dark fire and the scavengers knew that hell's fire was far more heavenly than this king's dark flame