The Forsaken King Novels & Stories

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

"She is my fated fiancée. If you no longer wish to draw breath in this territory, keep your claws on her skin!" The King's voice is a dark, rumbling abyss, his dominant presence capable of forcing any normal wolf to drop to their knees in absolute submission. Yet Astinos doesn't show a flicker of fear, his grip on my left wrist holding firm against the King's lethal pressure. "If Gorgo commands me to tear you away from her side, I will spill blood to do so!" Astinos snarls back.

Supreme looked away. “You won’t like my answer noble lords” “We’re past liking things” Another long silence finally he exhaled. “The King wants to leave the underworld which is why he possessed Bastian the fool in the first place, then Bastian didn’t succeed.” Neither of us spoke so he continued. “This realm was never meant to be his kingdom.” “It became his prison.” I felt my grip tighten around the sword. “What do you mean?” Supreme closed his eyes briefly. “Thousands of years ago, the king was free to move around thr world, then there was a history between him and the first Veilborn Queen and it turned ugly so she defeated him.”

Andros sat against the wall, his posture slouched, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, as though we weren’t there. His face was pale, worn, and etched with the weight of regret he had carried silently since Rowena’s death. “Andros,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. It was impossible to ignore how different he looked now, like a man who had already resigned himself to whatever fate we would decide. His dark eyes flicked toward me briefly before dropping back to the ground. “What now?” he asked, his voice hollow, lacking the defiance I used to know. Killian stepped forward, his tone firmer than mine. “We need answers,” he said. “The fragments of the Forsaken Amulet are missing. We believ

Join Aimee and the Aces and Eights for some good MC drama, or dream with no boundaries as the Baku guides your sleep at Ravenclaw-you are only limited by your imagination. The following series is called Fire and Ice. The first book is about Adrastus and how he came to be the King. Join him on his journey before April was even born and learn why he earned his title of the forsaken one. Please leave a review at the end of the book, so I know how you're feeling. THANKS!! Fire and Ice part one: Adrastus the Forsaken one. Molten lava warmed the skin of the old ones, bathing in the furnaces. Scales alight with flames as the legends made flesh reveled in their mighty forms.

Yet their presence sent a ripple of fear through the crowd that lined down the path. Even the pack warriors avoided their gaze. Kaerith’s gaze lowered to the ground. Her stomach twisted, her breath shallow. Everyone knew the stories — the Black Sun, the cursed king who rose after 1,500 years, and the monsters he made of men. They were no longer wolves. Not quite human. They were called the Dreadborns It wasn’t blood the king hungered for now… it was worse. He began to claim the daughters The Fenrir's Fang ever produced, their flesh and heat.

he said confidently, ignoring the small cut in his neck. “I doubt that, Frith. You should change sides now before it’s too late.” I smirked at him when my eyes caught Zelian’s person in a battle outfit and a weapon in his hand that I’d never seen before. It meant that help came after all, after the almost doom we were going to face. “The King wants to have everything for himself. Can’t you see it? If Furezos are gone, he’ll get all the resources for exploitation. For himself! Besides, he’s not the real King that you serve. He’s an impostor!” I revealed to him.

“Why now? Why reveal yourself?” “Because the King has risen,” Isadora said, eyes flashing. “And he’s not coming to reclaim a throne. He’s coming to purge what he once ruled.” They camped that night at the edge of the Weeping Grove, where ancient trees cried black sap into the soil. Isadora brought news—and none of it was good. “The King’s heart was corrupted centuries before the Queen even fell to flame. He’s... not a savior. He’s a relic of wrath, a godless tactician who fed on prophecy like a parasite.”

Diana steps forward, trying to look intimidating. "I'm just a gentleman offering to accompany your daughter in this bag." Thaddeus chuckles as he kicks the bag with Zara's body. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Thaddeus; I am the last Keeper of the forbidden lands. Beside me stands the next heir to the throne- your next King," he says far too respectfully, especially to someone who tried to challenge his authority. Diana catches us both by surprise as she forces her body up and extends her claws. She can't get to him; every attempt ends in disaster.

It wasn’t just sound—it was command, authority, and something darker beneath the surface. A final crack shattered the stillness, and then— The ice exploded. A wave of frigid energy blasted outward, slamming Elara and Vesper against the chamber walls. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but she forced herself up, every nerve in her body screaming to run. Through the swirling frost, a figure emerged. The Forsworn King. No longer entombed, he stood before them—tall, imposing, draped in the tattered remnants of royal robes. His silver hair cascaded over broad shoulders, and his hollow, frostbitten eyes locked onto them with terrifying clarity.