The Forsaken King Novels & Stories

“No… not standing, as you are now. He knelt here, groveling, swearing you’d be the perfect little plaything for me to ruin and fuck until I’d had my fill.” Lazarus Veyric Thorn, the cursed king of Veyndral. The cold in the throne room clung to my skin, but it wasn’t the reason I was shivering. No, it was the fact that I’d realized that no rumor or tale would have ever prepared me for the man sitting on that throne. They called him the barbarian Alpha King, the killer who slit his mother’s throat as a boy. And the scar she left while trying to escape him was why he wore the mask. And they swore that anyone who had ever seen his real face never lived to tell the tale.

Its title was written in faded silver runes: “The Forbidden Ones.” A chill ran through him as he opened it. The first page was a sketch—dark silhouettes of horned beings with glowing eyes, half-human, half-shadow. “The Forbidden Ones are the lost souls of the first kingdom, banished into the void for their hunger of power,” the text read. “They were once kings, gods, and monsters who defied the light. Their blood sleeps within the chosen vessel. When the vessel reaches the seventeenth year, the curse awakens.” Lucien’s heart raced as he turned the next page.

“We simply don’t fight without cause.” “Fellow king?” Varyn spits, his voice cutting through the air like frost. “Me—your fellow king? Do you not know your places anymore? I stand before you as the King of the Great West.” He steps closer, each word thick with disdain. “Choosing to commune with an outcast has made you both forget your rank.” His gaze cuts toward Rauth, a sneer curling at the edge of his mouth. Rauth tilts his head—just a fraction—but the cold in his eyes cuts sharper than steel.

she says with not an ounce of sincerity. I don’t deign to even glare at her as I pick up the rest of the stems and return to the mop that I thankfully haven’t put away yet. For some reason, Sophia still doesn’t leave as I mop up her mess. “I don’t understand what makes you so special,” Sophia muses. “It’s clear that King Alexander values his fated mate the most. Those who have gotten too close to her graveyard in the past have always been expelled.” I keep my expression neutral as Sophia reveals valuable information: Emily was the king’s fated mate.

Then he cleared his throat. “That name…the brat who calls himself king…is forbidden here. I’ll let it slide once, since you’re new to our land.” He stepped closer, but slower this time, voice steady. “I’m Sebastian Blackthorn. King of the Outlands. This is my home. You’re in my territory.” King. Of course. Because why not? One fantasy king wasn’t enough…I had to stumble from Adrian’s palace straight into another king’s house. Fantastic. Just grand.

Around me, the nightstalkers stopped moving again. But this time, it was different. They didn’t look confused. They looked… aware. One by one, they lifted their heads. And then— They howled with me. Their voices joined mine, filling the battlefield with a powerful, united sound that shook everything around us. Varkros staggered back a step, his face pale with disbelief. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “The king…” he whispered in horror.

“We don’t have time for this family reunion bullshit. Those golden-eyed freaks are still coming. If the Forsaken are here, Michelle is using them as cleanup crew to finish off whoever survives.” The lead Forsaken took another step closer. I wonder how it had so many scars on its body. Who or what had it been fighting?. “Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.”

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.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi