The Lost Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

And not just any female, but the true heir to all the Realm Kingdom's. I AM THE TRUE KING of all realms! Luther roared. You stole the kingdoms from my grandfather! From my mother, if it hadn’t been for you, my mom would still be alive! I sobbed. Just accept the fuckin’ challenge! I want you out of my life for good! I yelled. Babygirl, you need to calm down, please, our pups are feeling your emotions as I am. Damien told me as he pulled me closer and nuzzled me tighter. That will be hard to do, leaving your life for good considering that I am your father and Luther is your brother. Steven smirked.

"What's your real name?" "Tyrian Xavier Drakonove," he told me as he scooped me up off the cold ground and into his arms. "As much as I would love to sit here and answer all of your questions. You're hurt badly, and freezing, so now that I don't think you're going to try to shove a knife in my back, we're going to get you taken care of, and I promise I'll answer anything you want after that." I barely processed the fact that we were moving as my mind caught on the fact that he was the lost prince of the Beastial kingdom.

The forbidden text inscribed within revealed itself slowly but surely; ancient runes etched in blood-red ink that seemed to pulsate with dark energy. As I delved deeper into the book, my heart quickened with anticipation. The passages hinted at a forgotten history, a tale of a powerful Lycan King who had once ruled over the land. It spoke of his rise to power and the dark deeds he had committed in his quest for dominance. But it also hinted at a hidden truth, a secret that had been buried for centuries, waiting to be uncovered.

Dizziness and teary eyes overwhelmed her, and she was a complete wreck. The crowd gradually dispersed upon their King's dismissal, leaving him behind for a moment longer. His troubled gaze remained fixed on her, on her imploring eyes seeking mercy—an elusive mercy he could not grant. With a final glance, he rose, following his son Ubbe, who wore a similar troubled expression. In the face of King Ragnar's unwavering decision, Sophie turned to Aslaug, finding sorrow mirrored in her eyes. As Aslaug walked away, so did her friends Helen and Yelda, leaving Sophie utterly alone.

Lorcan POV Karyl and I had been searching for what felt like an eternity, scouring every corner of the kingdom and the human world for the ancient book. It was our only hope for defeating my father, Lucifer, and saving both worlds from his evil clutches. The book, said to hold the secrets of the ancient ones, was rumored to have the power to vanquish any darkness, no matter how powerful. And we knew that we needed all the help we could get if we were going to take down my father's formidable forces.

"I also didn't know about it until 6 months after we left. Back then, you're already with your true family. I didn't tell you this because I didn't want you to worry. It's not a good story to tell… so I decided to keep it from you." “Zhan as you already knew, as I have already told you. I was just a person Mr. Harris entrusted with your safety. All I knew back then was that you and Marcus were in danger. Someone wants to harm you. Back then, I didn't have the slightest and I had never thought that you were the babies that I've heard missing." Henry speaks up. “And that someone was Oliver King,” Jay said, which shocked Sean the most. Well everybody was shocked except for the elderly who alre

“I tried to teaching you a bigger lesson .” Ace’s jaw got so tightened. “What lesson?” Silas leaned closer. “That kingdoms don’t belong to people who are afraid to lose them.” Noah stepped forward. “And what’s the point of all this?” Silas looked at him. “You.” Noah’s expression changed. “Me?” “Yes.” Ace immediately moved between them. “Leave him out of this.” Silas smiled. “There’s the problem.” “What?” “You still don’t understand.” Silas placed a photograph on the desk.

“Liar.” I shoved past him, fury rising like heat. “You don’t get to use memories as weapons.” He caught my wrist—not hard, just enough to make me stop. “Then stop making them hurt.” “Let go.” He did. But not before whispering, “You can burn my empire to the ground, Amara. Just remember—I built yours first.” I turned to face him, chest tight, heart pounding. “Then you should’ve built it stronger.” His mouth curved, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. “There she is. My queen.”

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

So, lying with her back on the bed, she stared at the flat ceiling, thinking. His father confiscated the book she, literally, risked her life for and stole her the freedom of abusing its content. Now what? What should she do to retrieve it? Automatically, her eyes landed on the purple-eyed boy. She’d been taken aback when their eyes met. There really was something in the way the crystals of his orbs twinkle. It made Z’s stomach rumble in such a confusing manner. It’s something she never has felt before, but there’s no time deciphering a code she couldn’t pinpoint. The most important matter now was to get her hands on that book.