A Forgotten Shrine Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: The Forgotten Prophecy Emerging from the Shadow Realm, Elara and Aric found themselves standing on the edge of a vast expanse, where the forest gave way to rolling plains dotted with ancient ruins. "This is the Forgotten Plains," Aric explained, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Once, it was a land of great beauty and prosperity. But now, it lies in ruin, a testament to the folly of those who sought to wield powers beyond their understanding." As they explored the desolate landscape, they came upon crumbling statues and weathered tablets, each one bearing cryptic symbols and faded inscriptions. Elara felt a stirring of recognition deep within her soul, as if the stones themselves wer

For Christ sakes, my parents died because of SteeleTech. Tasha looked at me, clearly frustrated. "For the love of God Amara, we were fifteen years old! It's been ages ago and somehow you are still trying to code your way back into the past. Do you really think that if you build something big enough it will somehow bring them back? Well, it won't! Nothing is going to bring them back." I looked at her with no emotions. "Well, at least its better than selling my soul for a stupid paycheck."

The stench was overwhelming now, a sickening mix of death and rot that clung to the back of my throat. Jarred’s light darted from one corpse to another, his voice shaking. “Rohan, what the hell is going on here?” I stood, my jaw clenched as I scanned the grim scene. The bodies weren’t random—they were dumped, piled carelessly in this forgotten ravine. My flashlight caught the glint of another bite mark on a nearby corpse, confirming what I already knew. This wasn’t a coincidence. This was a pattern, a grotesque collection hidden just outside our borders.

It was almost identical to the one I know I held on the back of my right calf, that appeared on my 13th birthday when Alma awoke and I'd hidden ever since. Although mine was much clearer to see. It held a clear blood moon eclipse with a lone silhouette wolf stood before it. If anyone had seen it they'd probably think it was a some sort of henna tattoo. "You are my daughter Talia, that I am sure of. Please, tell me I'm not wrong" his eye begging me as tears ran down his face

“This could help more than just remembrance. It could aid me to rule better.” I sighed as I looked at Dennis, who seemed to have stuck in a more advisory role. “Do you know where this forgotten pack is?” She nodded her head as she came to the map in front of us, pointing to a spot. “My mother made sure to show me the paths leading back home whenever we came across them until she passed away” “There’s nothing waiting for us there? Lost people, humans, or even enemies?” Dennis asked. Camille shook her head, staring back at the map. “It’s all forest and vines now for the past twelve years with no sign of activity.”

He shrugs, there’s not much he can do now anyway. He set off to find the lost cabin in those same woods he always wandered in. He’d never been able to find it before. The legend foretold that the most powerful creature in the world lived in that cabin. Quinn hoped to find it so he could help her. So he could get his girl back. So she remembers.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

The bodies of Mountain Warriors Sect disciples were brought back onto the Persephone's Folly Bridge and tossed into the Forgotten River one by one. Those tossed in could be seen fighting, shouting, floating, and sinking in the Forgotten River. The Water of River Styx in the Forgotten River could not only cleanse sin and wickedness but also earthly memories and karma. Drifting on the Forgotten River, those individuals all headed in the same direction. Each person's body emitted black gas in the process, which was from the primal old devil's evil demonic energy… Alex was not idle. He had a pattern to stick to. Shelly's Persephone's Folly Bridge permitted individuals to enter reincarnation afte

It was between the residential center of the Fortress and the center of the City, where the hustle and bustle of commerce was located. This shrine has no guards. The priests and followers of the Angel faith were certain that no one would dare disturb the tranquility of this shrine. "The reward for making a scene at the Shrine of the Fallen Angel is a curse!" was the prayer carved large on the shrine's signboard, and most of the people in the Fortress believed in it. Li Wei stared in the direction of the shrine, feeling as if some unknown figure was calling him to look that way.

The howling winds of the Obsidian Highlands carried the scent of an approaching storm. Thick clouds rolled in from the north, swallowing the silver glow of the moon, casting long shadows over the towering walls of the Shadowfang Pack’s stronghold. Cloaked in a tattered hood, Ayla stood at the entrance of the territory she once called home. Her pulse remained steady, her resolve unshaken. Yet, deep beneath her icy composure, a storm of emotions churned. These gates—massive, imposing, lined with iron spikes—were the same ones she had walked through countless times before, filled with love and hope. Now, they felt foreign, unwelcoming, just as they had the day she was cast out.