A Forgotten Shrine Novels & Stories

It began with a scream. Not loud. Not panicked. A child's scream trapped in glass—fragile, looping, echoing in the still air of the Vault of the Forgotten, where no breath had stirred for centuries. Inside that icy tomb, beneath the surface of a frozen lake so ancient it had petrified into crystal, the shard-pillar cracked. Not from heat. From memory. Nhen stood before it, his mask freshly mended, his voice silent. He had returned not just to report—but to awaken her.

I cross my arms, slowly shaking my head like that'll shield me from how absurd it all sounds. There's no way in hell that's true, because if it were, Kruska wouldn't have been able to steal him away so easily and he wouldn't have been able to do all those vile, malicious things he did to me. That's right. I can't afford to forget. Every bruise, every beating, every scream of pain, every horrible birth and the nights I starved just because of a mistake that took out the evil.

"I can already see firelight past the ridge." We crested the final rise at a full gallop, and the old shrine emerged from the tree line below us — crumbling stone pillars arranged in a wide circle, ancient and forgotten, moonlight spilling silver across a scene that stole the breath entirely from my lungs. A dozen or more cloaked figures stood arranged around the shrine's center, chanting in low, rhythmic unison, their voices weaving together into something that made the very air feel thick, charged, wrong. At the circle's heart, a small brazier burned with unnatural blue flame, and above it, suspended in the fire's glow, hung a few strands of silver-black hair, slowly curling and blackening

“Then let them.” I found a shard near the northern edge—etched in bone, pulsing with memory. I held it in my palm. It whispered. “You are not the first.” I whispered back. “But I will be the last.” I returned to the Haven, placing the shard on the altar. Aria examined it. Luna wept. Kaelion carved. Sera watched. Lucien listened. And I spoke. “There was another Grove,” I said. “It fell.” “Because they forgot.” “Because they feared.” “Because they chose silence.” The flame surged. And the ley lines screamed.

And yet he was furious that she had gone alone. Raya watched them both, then turned and reached for a map on the wall. “There’s a shrine,” she said, spreading it across the table. “To the south. Carved into the hills beneath the fortress. It’s sacred ground—long abandoned, rarely guarded. From there, you can get inside.” Reva stepped forward, scanning the aged parchment. The path was narrow, a ravine twisting through rocky cliffs and thorn-choked forests. The shrine was marked with a silver rune.

"Seek the forgotten shrine, where the moonlight dances upon ancient stones. There, an oracle waits, their words a key to unlocking the truth. But beware, for darkness lingers, and treachery may lurk in unexpected shadows." Gerald absorbed the seer's words, a newfound determination reigniting within him. He thanked the seer for their guidance, understanding that the journey ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. With the seer's blessings and the knowledge of the shrine, Gerald and his guards retraced their steps, their resolve unwavering. Through the mysterious forest they pressed on, their hearts filled with renewed hope. The pursuit of the forgotten shrine and the oracle's wisd

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

The Fire Lord carefully opens the lid of the blue urn, as one of his fire fairies walks up to him to assist in holding the lid. “I know that this is not our customary way of burial, but in this manner, in my opinion, my son’s death would be cleansed of his sins to our kind if a part of his ashes would be scattered in the Azure.” The Fire Lord dips his free hand inside the urn to retrieve some of the ashes there. “May Prince Hagan's ashes drift and blend with the water of the great mystical Azure. In this manner, may our ancestors be calmed by his ashes being as one with this river that signifies the unity of the four realms; Earth, Water, Air and Fire.”

It’s her power,so when I get to use it ,I feel as if she’s here with me, guiding and strengthing me. I need to get that pendant back from that bastard,it’s the most precious thing left of Mom,it’s quite literally a part of her. Crap, my nose is bleeding,and now my ears just burst, wonderful.A little more …okay spell is done. Now the barrier spell…Hey, I didn’t know Shira had a twin, how corny they even matched clothes.

The watch had since become a token of our love, and he never took it off aside from bath and bed. And yet, it was now in another woman's photo… Taking a deep breath, I put mine in a drawer. - Duke didn't return that night, so I went alone to the venue the next morning. I booked the place six months ago for the marking ceremony, but now, I'm here to cancel it. Still, I ran into Diana there—our neighbor, and a mate of one of Duke's sentries. Seeing me, she came over and took my hands, congratulating me endlessly before saying, "Oh, and I just saw Duke buying a car trunk full of champagne roses, and now I ran into you here! The marking ceremony is soon, I take it?"