The Lost Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

Those with magic were no longer killed on sight and were instead trained to protect the Kingdom from those who would cause harm to any innocent citizens. *~*~*~* It had been two years since our father had died, and Valantine had become King. He and his wife went to Amaethon City in my place, as I had been unwell at the time. It is unknown what happened to them after they left the city as their boats were destroyed in a supposed storm at sea during their trip home. I want to believe that they are merely lost, and I still have hope that they are alive somewhere, but so far there has not been any sign of them. I still hold out hope, but I have my doubts that they will ever be found.

he asked. Michael’s eyes snapped back to the god, “the whole realm felt it,” he replied lowly, “The King believes it was the Golden dragon-“he paused. “The King is a revered dragon, he is wise for a reason,” Peanut replied ripping apart his meat, “the Dragon has gained his full power but lost his most important element,” he continued as Micheal tried to blink his vision clear.

There had seemed to be no end. That is, until the Lycan King and Queen sacrificed their lives to seal the gates of Hell. The death felt endless, with an unthinkable amount of werewolves lost to the violence, and when the newborn princess disappeared without a trace—the final loss in those years of grief—a way back to life before the war seemed impossible. Peace awaited the werewolves in the wake of war. The packs rebuilt the best they could, determined not to let the King and Queen’s sacrifice be in vain, and the new way of the wolves arose.

Her heart hammered with a thousand unspoken words as the hands closed around her, rough and insistent. For a heartbeat she looked back at the faces she loved: Santos’s wild hope, Andros’s trembling hands, Enzo’s silent plea, Diego’s rage, Asher’s anguish. She saw them all—saw the helplessness and love shining in their eyes—and her soul reached out to them in a silent promise: I am brave, I am still yours, and I will not give in. She clung to the feel of the ring on her finger, a talisman of belonging, pressing it into her palm as if she could carry their loyalty with her. Even as it slipped away, left behind in the sand, she felt the ache of loss—not just for herself, but for the innocence t

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Usually, the library calmed me. Today, it felt like a war room. Books lay open across the table before me as I searched through every reference I could find. Dragon Queens. Ancient bloodlines. Lost kingdoms. Forbidden magic. Anything connected to the visions. Anything connected to the dragon. Hours passed. The deeper I searched, the stranger the omissions became. Every text mentioned dragons only briefly before dismissing them as extinct. Lost. Destroyed. Gone from history. The repetition felt deliberate. As though someone had spent centuries erasing them from the world.

Now that she found her amazing King, her perfect match, all she wanted was to find a way to be with him… Except, he was her bodyguard, not a perfect suitor… not for her parents… What they discovered last night could never go any further, and the little bit of peace she found last night in his arms vanished, blowing away in the late morning breeze. ***** Kingston weaved through shipping containers down at the docks, keeping a careful eye out for anyone he might stumble upon. It was his day off, but after his talk with Raoul, Kingston had decided to take it upon himself to do a little side investigation of his own and see if he couldn’t find out what Thiago was really up to.

She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table.

I had to investigate obviously. A scroll amongst all the other scrolls on this shelf is drawing my eyes to it uncontrollably. Chapter 16: The Lost Library of Lunar Lore In the heart of the lycan kingdom, nestled amidst a forest of towering ancient trees, there thrived a small and cherished pack known as the Nightshade Keepers. Theirs was a unique responsibility, a sacred duty passed down through generations—to house the world's knowledge in a repository of books, a treasure trove of wisdom and moonlit lore.