Novel & Cerita The Forsaken King

He didn't look like a King; he looked like a predator that had finally cornered its prey. "The King of Shadows has no power in a world without dark," Fenris said, his voice echoing through the gorge. My Blackwood guards tried to draw their swords, but a volley of ice-tipped arrows pinned them to the spot. We were surrounded. "You called for a trial," I said, standing over Killian, my silver pulse beginning to thrum in my fingertips. "The trial has already begun, girl," Fenris sneered. He looked at Killian, who was convulsing on the ice, his golden eyes turning a dull grey. "A King who cannot shift is no King at all. And a Queen who carries a bastard has no throne."

The True King The entire kingdom bowed. Every tower. Every statue. Every bridge. Every ancient mechanism. Everything. The Forgotten Kingdom recognized its creator. Its first ruler. Its true king. Aurelius. Then the ground shook. BOOOOM! The Royal Citadel pulsed with black light. The Second Fragment's beam continued burning through the sky. Dark. Ancient. Wrong. Then everyone felt it. The city wasn't celebrating. The city was obeying. God. That was worse.

"There was another ruler." "He desired power beyond the laws of life." Kael's expression hardened. "The Dark Sovereign." The elderly king nodded. "He sought to unite every world beneath his rule." "When he failed..." "He embraced forbidden magic." Commander Rylan slowly lowered his sword. "He sacrificed his own people." "Their souls became the foundation of shadow magic." Liana felt her stomach tighten. "And he was imprisoned here?" "Not imprisoned." The king closed his eyes. "Buried." The temple trembled again.

What was the worst he could do? “Well, all is settled then. All you do you is stay at home and be fucking useless to me. Get with him, and mark my words when I say that I am going to hunt you both down and I will destroy whatever happiness you think you will get.” Mike warned both of us. “Not before I destroy yours.” The man blurted out. “What did you just say to me?” Mike paused, then turned to look at him again. “I did not get to introduce myself before I saw you trying to end the poor woman’s life, Mike Henderson,” his eyes narrowed as he looked between me and Mike. “I am Dane Vale. The lycan king, and your boss.”

In his hands, he held a crown. Not gold. Not bone. But dust. Crumbling. Ancient. And filled with power that shouldn’t exist anymore. Liora’s heart stuttered. Because she knew that crown. Not from dreams. But from the forbidden vaults beneath the Sanctuary. It was the Crown of Dust, forged from the ashes of failed gods. Worn only once before, by a king who tried to rewrite death itself. That king’s name? Valen Thorne. And he had died. A thousand years ago. But now, He stood on her land. Alive. Wearing that cursed crown. “Impossible,” Myra whispered.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

The king said. The forbidden grimoire suddenly flew in between Jeremiah and the King, preventing Jayden to move closer. The book grinned at Jayden to showcase its grotesque long yellow teeth, hoping that the king would find it quite a bit scary. But Jayden had no fear at all. “Don’t underestimate us, king of Blackfrost!” Armadale warned the haughty king. “You don’t understand how strong Jeremiah has become.” “Ah, aren’t you the former Paltiti King who refused to die?” Jayden smirked, “just return to the dead realm already and don’t interfere with the affair of the living.”