A Tale Of Memories Novels & Stories

Nira and Mira grew quiet. “Memory…” Nira whispered after a long, agonizing minute, the word dropping like stone into the water. “A toxin that targets the mind and the thread while leaving the flesh flawless…” Mira murmured, her voice tight with a sudden recognition. “I remember hearing of something like this... many winters ago.” “Where, Mira?” I demanded, stepping directly against the edge of the altar, the anticipation making my breath shallow. “What text? What kingdom?” “I... I can't remember,” Mira admitted, her spirit rippling with frustration that made everyone in the circle tighten their jaws.

The sound was like a nail being driven into the center of my forehead. Task Thirty-Three: The Substitute Teacher. The memories are being stored in the ‘Void-Chalk.’ To save the children, you must draw a memory more powerful than the ones they’ve lost. But be warned: a memory given to the slate is a memory lost to the giver. What will you forget to save the village?

Lottie POV As Kane's lips met mine, a deluge of memories came crashing back, each one sharp and vivid, engulfing me with a sense of overwhelming familiarity and deep emotion. I remembered everything—the painstaking plan I had agreed to with Astaroth to keep my pups safe. My memories were to be wiped clean unless I was alone with my mates. For months, the opportunity had never presented itself, and the absence of these memories had left a hollow space inside me.

When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything." Vanessa had returned from Paris a couple of days ago after representing her company in a business conference which lasted for a whole month. When she was in Paris, Megan used to call her everyday without fail and kept ranting about how clumsy her tinder dates were. At first, she used to listen to her best friend attentively, consoling her from time to time. But later when she got busy, she used to mute her most of the time. "I hate you," Crossing her arm in the front, Megan jerked her head to the other side.

I am into Kevin though. And that’s the problem. I tried my best not to fall for anyone in high school. I figured if I could move away for college before having a relationship things would be so much easier. But even though I tried my best, I ended up catching feels. I’m not even really sure what it is about him that I’m into. He’s average height with dark hair and eyes. He wears glasses, because of course he does. And he is probably a touch on the spectrum given his insane ability to remember every detail from every movie he’s ever watched.

66 He said, "The only real reason you can't is because you were in the wrong place to begin with. This is where you belong. Where you once lived. Time is not only the answer to getting your answers, sometimes you just need to go back to the past... go back to where you truly belong." I sighed, acknowledging the truth in his words. "You're right. If I want to remember, then this place is the perfect setting to harness my memories." The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution.

I sat on Rafe's bedside, staring at the old diary in my hand. "It seems that this is a note at the beginning where Rafe got memories from his previous life." I kept looking at the next line of the diary's first page. I let out a heavy sigh and looked down at the worn page. It was here, in a room filled with Rafe's memories, that I discovered an untold story. Rafe's Remarks:

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

Then, he looks at me and asks, “I know this might be out of place, but may I know why you broke down earlier?” “Well.” The story is already on my lips, ready to be told. I look at him and all I want is to be honest, to tell the story about my heartbreak once and for all, but I know I should be more careful. “I have been having trouble with my memory. I got into an accident before I came here, and I’m starting to remember some things in the past, particularly about someone being dismissive of me,” I say simply. “Your words somehow reminded me of what he said to me, and that made me emotional.”

“Only fine? Had any interesting dreams?” The princess shook her head, unable to remember her dream. Though, if she did; she wasn’t sure that she would tell the stranger. His manner and tone disturbing her. “I don’t remember.” She muttered after a long silence, thinking long and hard about her answer. Elika knew that animals could pick up behaviour, on the type of person someone is; whether good or bad. Her instincts telling her that the feral man was dangerous, someone that she should not cross; her movements based on Robert’s hesitation. On his dislike of Dorian. “It can be quite difficult to remember some dreams. Most of my dreams I don’t even recall. Usually if you cannot recall a dream t