Amnesia Dark Descent Alexander Novels & Stories

“Is it because you meet with Anastasia Lancroft, Alexei?” And yes, in this mansion, my name was Alexei Vasiliev. A man who had lost half of his memories. The only thing I vaguely remembered was falling into the sea. Someone had shot me—a woman, to be precise. I should have died. But God seemed to enjoy playing with my fate. Somehow, I survived. Darius saved me while I was vacationing on his yacht. I was in a coma for months before I finally woke up. When I did, half of my memories were gone. The last thing I clearly remembered was being appointed head of the Nightshade division. I had wanted to return to Nightshade, but Darius told me not to.

“You are the last descendant of the First Alpha. The power in your blood can either unite or destroy the supernatural world. And I intend to make sure it’s the latter.” Sasha took a step back, her hands trembling. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He gestured to the glowing sigils around them. “This chamber doesn’t lie. It reveals all truths.” Before Sasha could respond, the symbols on the walls flared one last time, and a searing pain shot through her head. Memories—fragments of another life—flashed before her eyes. A forest bathed in moonlight. A towering wolf with eyes like hers. A voice whispering her name, calling her “heir.”

"No, no, no. This can't be happening." He had lost his memory. Caesar Greywood had amnesia.

Abbie's hands tightened on my sides. "Shit,” my agent exclaimed, "Was it serious, Alex?" “Yes...” That said, I fell into total unconsciousness, comforted by Abbie's scent as my last memory.

Even at his young age, he understood that Alexander’s memory loss was the reason behind her tears, and he was determined to do whatever it took to help Alexander remember her again. **** Jake silently observed as the doctor examined Alexander, unwilling to accept the reality that his friend had no memory of anything. When the doctor finished his assessment, he gestured for Jake to step outside for a private conversation. "It’s as you suspected," the doctor began. "Your friend has anemia, though it’s not permanent. Exposing him to familiar places and past experiences might help trigger his memory and—"

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

“Sector Zero has awakened.” Before I could respond, the floor beneath us cracked open. I fell—hands grasping for anything—and Damien’s shout echoed as we plunged into the dark. The last thing I saw was Alexander standing above, framed in crimson light, whispering words I barely caught: “You were never meant to survive this phase.” Then everything went black.

Asher finishes. Aleksandr’s jaw flexes as he turns over the explanations in his mind. I know he doesn’t like being in the dark on things, and he and I both have missing memories as well. “It’s strange,” I say to no one in particular, “I don’t remember arriving at the cottage, but I know I was there. I don’t remember much of what happened while I was there, but somehow my mind just knows that Aleksander was there, and I know what is going to happen next.”

"At least amnesia is a gap in one's memory, but with Simus, the creature would gradually begin to eat away one's brain. Along with the pain that comes with that, the person would lose total identity of themselves. They won't be able to recognize good from evil anymore, and there will come a time where they won't even remember how to move their body muscles." It was far worse than I imagined. "Isn't there anything you can do to help?" A crease appeared between Alexander's eyebrows as he frowned, "Annalisa," he sounded disgruntled as he spoke. He looked around and once he saw no one was around, he took some step closer to me. "You seem to overrate me in terms of my abilities. I might be a god,

Agitation and frustration are my only companions as I recall the conversation I had with the doctor and a hateful Isabel before I left the hospital. “It would do him good if you stayed, Ms. Montogomery. It’d speed up his recovery,” Dr. Ian says, his fingers running along the stethoscope hanging off his neck. Retrograde Amnesia, that’s what the doctor thinks Alexander has, caused by the trauma of the accident. Even he doesn’t believe that as he says it to me. A more feasible explanation would be that somebody ‘wiped’ Alexander’s memory, up to the point where we were newlyweds—if such sorcery existed. Unfortunately, it does, and that knowledge makes me cold to my bones.