All But Forgotten Novels & Stories

“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.”

This was a pattern, a grotesque collection hidden just outside our borders. My mind raced, connecting the dots to the stories, the patrols, the past my mom had warned me to stop chasing. But here they were, their handiwork laid bare. I turned to Jarred, my voice steady despite the rage burning in my chest. “I think we’ve just found their dumpster.”

"What happened?" "They surrounded us and—" Her voice broke. "She traded herself for the artifact. We have the Eternal Flame but they have Aria." Rage flooded through me. "Where?" "The Ruins but they're gone now. We searched but found nothing,no trail or scent. Just... gone." I crushed the communication stone in my fist and didn't even care that it shattered. "Alpha?" My Beta stepped back, probably seeing the fury on my face. "Change of plans. We're going to the Ruins."

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

Even more beautiful than before. However— Ella simply walked past him. As though he didn't exist. Tim's smile stiffened. "Beautiful damsel!" Ella stopped. Turned. Then looked confused. "Do I know you?" The words struck Tim harder than a slap. For several seconds, he couldn't speak. She genuinely didn't remember him. The heir of the Fredamo family. Forgotten. Meanwhile, Ella looked increasingly puzzled. Seeing her taxi approaching, she prepared to leave. "Wait!" Tim grabbed her wrist.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

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.

“Don’t madhouses usually have those lovely jackets that let you hug yourself?” “I’m afraid we’re fresh out. Seems like the shipment is always getting lost.” Alyce joined in. “May-hem maybe have something to do with that?” He asked. “More likely Chaos. He’s always up to no good.” “Mmm, that makes sense.” We waited for Mat and Kami to return with enough junk food to make someone sick from the sugar. “We heard that.” Kami huffed. “Don’t mind her, she was laughing until she realized she’s Destruction. We can call her Des, for short.” Mat cackled, narrowly dodging the back of skittles Kami threw at his head.

I don't want to lose a special soul like yours so be careful. **** T b c