The Forsaken King Novels & Stories

Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds? I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker." Faker? Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward. "It was one of my dad's students who begged him to come out of retirement and save his eyesight through surgery. And guess what happened in the end? After he took over the Churchill family, he aba

I gritted out, my tone clear and stable. I could feel his burning gaze on me, Zerth threatening to reveal himself as I used my throne. It wasn't my fault they were too weak to protect themselves from the Demons and Devils of Viagra. Instead, they needed help from those who bare no soul. Thus they pledged allegiance and I became the King of Kings. Either way, all this could be changed in a breathe that I know, that is why I shall see each kingdom crumble before that ever happens. The table shook and I sighed, knowing fully well Fat King Rodrick of the Witches And Wizards was about to open his cowardly mouth,

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

, Isak Emma said gently, to Alec. Like the day in the woods, he had thought about for a while now, Isak Emma had felt this presence before, when it first happened, he didn’t want to give too much meaning to it, but the more he thought about it, he realised he had been watching him all along. “You have been here all along, haven’t you? Kera Asgorn.”, Isak Emma said, as Kera Asgorn, the forbidden King, arose from the shadows. “I guess its high time, your head catches up, son, Isn’t it?”, Blue eyes meeting ocean like eyes,

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he remembered the dream. The dream that had shaken him to his core. Aria standing before the leaders of the other packs, a mysterious man by her side. A werewolf king. They stood together, hand in hand, a beacon of something greater. Something unified. Kian… could he be that king? Darius exhaled sharply, pushing back from his desk. It was madness to consider. The boy was a rogue, a wanderer with no name or claim. And yet, there was something about him.

The river swelled at my words, churning louder. The Necromancer lifted his mask toward me. “You would raise the Forsaken?” “I would remind them who cast them aside.” His silence was answer enough. The air grew heavy, the forest groaning with the weight of awakening power. From the smoke behind me, something stirred. A figure began to claw its way upward, dripping tar and flame, gaunt yet towering. Its eyes snapped open—white and unseeing, but filled with hunger. The Forsaken Alpha. He had once ruled a forgotten pack, wiped from history by the Elders. His name had been forbidden, his memory buried. Yet here he was, breathing again.

This time, it felt worse. I walked forward, my steps steady even though everything inside me felt unsteady. Maria stayed close behind me, her hand brushing mine lightly. At the far end of the room, seated on the throne, was the king. King of Scorish. He didn’t look like my father. He looked… colder, way stronger than my father. His eyes were sharp, watching me without blinking. He didn’t speak immediately. He just studied me, like he was trying to see through me. Valdanus stepped forward. “Father.” The king raised a hand slightly, stopping him. His gaze stayed on me. “You are the outsider,” he said.

"Your dear Uncle, Magnus, and Voss—Lyria’s father—were friends once. Just one day… one single day before Voss was to be crowned king, Magnus used dark magic to twist the minds of the people. A spell so vile, it made them choose Magnus instead." I felt my jaw tighten, my heart hammering. "But that wasn’t the worst of it," Soren went on. "He cast a separate spell on Voss himself. Made him forget who he was. Made him believe he was lucky to be Magnus' Beta. Can you imagine? The true king reduced to nothing but a loyal servant. And when Magnus made him Beta, Voss thanked him for it. How pathetic!" "You bastard," I murmured under my breath. Soren laughed. "I was there. I watched it all. I let Mag

"How does a bastard born from a whore deserve to be my son?" Then, he turned to Francis and Bella, roaring, "Your beloved 'socialite' daughter got knocked up by some other man! Her baby is the bastard!" Glaring at the couple, he continued, "And the one you drove to its death was the true heir of the Hurst bloodline! Helen was pregnant with my son! My heir!" Silence fell over the room. Only the crying of the newborn child broke it. Francis' and Bella's faces turned a deathly white.