The Forsaken King Novels & Stories

In all his years, his scenery has never changed. Endless darkness ahead of him. Endless darkness behind him. Each way he turned, darkness only greeted him. It was an old friend of his, that and silence. He had access to his vessel's memories, reliving them day in and day out, never any memories he could create his own. Ever since he was put into a soul of a child, what felt like a millennia ago, he only saw death and war. Each soul lost, and he would be brought back. The soul would be stronger than the last, but the soul never lasted long enough. His spirit was the strongest of them all. He was deemed the mightiest of beasts, a King among them. They all worshiped him and feared him.

Then, he opened the letter and read aloud, “To The Lord Guardian of the Throne, Yarosh Trenvir, from the King of Aldenor, Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel: Come.” Yarosh (it was indeed him) frowned and smashed his fist down on the table, “He’s gone too far! Who is he anyway? He’s got it into his head that he’s Dark knows who!” “He’s the Undead King, Yarosh,” one of the mages standing nearby said gloomily. He was the one wearing the necromancer’s cloak. “The true King of Aldenor.”

The once approachable, understanding, patient and kind-hearted king was turned into a monster that everyone would fear. And there, King Astius, the king of the northern kingdom Noartias, the most praised and well-known king of all four kingdoms, sat proudly in the middle of the podium as he was looking down to the opposite direction where his once must trusted adviser was tide unto a giant pole. The king looked unrecognizable and villainous on his dark and scarlet clothes. Everyone knew especially the tailors in the kingdom that he hated such colors because according to him, it resembled a bad fortune. Now, it was astonishingly strange for them to see him on it. Stood on his side was the ne

Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing. A call from an unknown caller. I hesitated to pick up the call, and before I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. Then I sighed in relief. Again while on a F******k search, the unknown caller rang back. This time I didn't hesitate to respond to the call. Upon picking up the call, I was met by silence. Then I went first, "Hello.. who I'm I talk.." before I could finish my line, a male's voice intercepted, "It's Jack, I found your wallet and keys, just want to give them back."

Theron asked, bowing his head. “Find her another anchor. I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but do it. Keep her away from my children. If there are no other anchors than my children, then, I’ll just have to let her go, or get rid of her. She’s a threat to everyone. That cursed thing shouldn’t be in my kingdom to begin with.” The king uttered, and Mr. Theron bowed, showing obedience. “I’ll do just that, my king.” “One more thing. Make sure Damon isn’t anywhere close to her, ever again. I hate how close he is to her. Keep them apart.”

“The one most of us have given up hope on or have long forgotten. The prophecy foretold a Luna that will save us all from our damnation, blah blah. It was foretold that a female will be born of purest blood and form, she will be the guidance blessed upon us to lead us back home where we shall seek redemption for all eternity… just, in another realm than this one, I suppose.” There is a heavy silence between the three of them that hangs in the air like a blanket. Niklas isn’t much of a talker. “What nonsense did you just spew?” Harbin speaks first. “That isn’t what the scriptures and texts say at all.” “As a ranked member and Kai being royalty, we received different education. I’m sure whatev

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

"Nicky, I'm not in the habit of picking up trash." Nicky dropped to her knees in front of me. "I know I was wrong. Please just give me another chance." She was once the love of my life. She was now on her knees, pleading for me to take her back. Yet I felt nothing but a deep disgust. She continued through her sobs, "We've been through thick and thin. I know I can start over if you're with me again. I'll give you everything." I took a step back and looked at her coldly. "You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out."

"What do I protect?" The stray didn't answer directly. Instead he leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes were half-lidded now. Then... He spoke. Slow. Broken slightly by the blood in his mouth. Deliberate. "When the moon forgets its chosen light..." Damian didn't move. His brows pulled together slightly. "The Alpha walks beside his truth in blindness..." The lantern flame flickered. Shadows stretched across the walls. "She will rise where no crown was placed." Silence.