Amnesia Dark Descent Alexander Novels & Stories

Kenzy frowns. "Allow me, If you don't like me, my dear, I like myself!" Alexandra says. "Small Madam!" Tunde's voice blasts the sitting room, Alexandra couldn't hide the irritation on her face. She practically turns to his direction. Only to see him with someone she was just seeing for the first time. "Hi!" The dark guy says. Alexandra took notice of his deep voice immediately. "Hey, you are here to see?" Karis asks before Alexandra could utter a word.

But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished. Determined to unravel what was behind his memories, Alex tried acting along, and when the demon is no longer in control, he asks Hendrix questions about the demon's past and Alex's past, trying to know secrets of everything. But the more he delved into his past, the more his confusion deepened. Fragments of conversations and cryptic messages hinted at a hidden truth, a truth that might worsen the demon's presence within him.

I whispered, my voice barely audible over the enchanting tune. The figure stepped forward, the shadows swirling around them. "A memory," came the reply, a voice filled with a mix of sorrow and mischief. "A reflection of choices made and paths taken." Lea, her face pale but determined, stepped beside me. "We came here for Alex. Where is he?" The shadowy figure laughed, a sound that echoed eerily throughout the chamber. "All in good time. First, you must face the memories you've buried deep within." Suddenly, the chamber was filled with fragmented images — a younger Alex laughing, a loving moment shared between us, the day we first met, and then darker moments, filled with fear, anger, and bet

"I'm the one who's been watching. Waiting. Making sure you understand." "Understand what?" "That he was never yours." Her voice hardened. "Alexander was mine first. Long before you came along with your pretty face and your pregnant belly and your perfect little life." Alexander's face went white. "Vanessa." She laughed. "He remembers! Well, sort of. He doesn't remember me, not really. The amnesia took that too. But he knows my name now. Progress." "What do you want?" I asked. "I want you to leave. Both of you. Alexander belongs to me. He always has. The accident was supposed to remind him of that—a little scare, a little wake-up call. But he survived. And now you're back in his life, playing

I suppose that is why he drugged me to forget what I saw because in that moment, he was a monster. I didn't know why he was killing that man but whatever he had done, I just didn't think that he should be killed in that manner. He erased my memory but at the back of my mind, the memories of what happened wouldn't leave, they kept on coming back every night, I had nightmares about it, now I have to ask myself about what happened that made Alexander become the man that he was, for him to shut down any sense of humanity in him. I never thought that a day would come when I would actually be in love with a killer.

"The Eighth Bar is an absolute zero. If you touch her, your 'Anchor' pulse will shatter." Alexander didn't care. He walked into the darkness. Each step was an agony. The closer he got to Elena, the more his memories began to fray. He forgot the name of his first ship. He forgot the taste of the wine they drank in Cassis. He forgot the sound of his own father’s voice. But he didn't forget the way Elena looked when she laughed. He reached out and grabbed her hand. The collision of the Anchor and the Void was a silent explosion that knocked the sisters off their feet. Alexander’s skin began to frost over, the violet light of his pulse turning a deathly white.

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.

The moon cast an eerie glow, reflecting my turbulent emotions. Why did I care for Alexander? His darkness and pain drew me in, but was it merely pity? No, it was more. I saw glimpses of kindness beneath his rugged exterior. A knock at the door broke my reverie. "Enter," Kael stepped inside, his expression somber. "Amara, Alexander's...lost control. The darkness has consumed him." My heart sank. I knew I had to act. The darkness enveloped me, its familiar embrace suffocating. I stumbled, the room spinning around me.

That was apart from the bamboo bed he was lying on, still in the same outfit from the previous day. Alexander couldn’t remember what had happened, or how he ended up in this enclosed space, the last he could recall was holding a gun. And bam! Here he was. Alexander rolled over to the side of the tiny bed, and a sharp pain pierced his skull. It felt like he’d been asleep for days, and Alexander didn’t want to even think about it. He was on a mission to find the cause, and solution to his memory loss, that was what he needed to focus on right now. Alex pushed through his lethargy, and with each step he took to the room door, he kept on thinking if he’d been doing the right thing, heading out i

“Azafer can't do this to me! I did nothing wrong!” “Mustaka,” muttered Venus in surprise. “What does that mean—he doesn't mean Emperor Azafer, right?” Yes, that's what he meant. “Deksura!” Amerta collapsed in pain while screaming; weak and weaker. “Stop it! You can't leave! Deksura!” “Fuck you, Azafer! I've given you many lives! What did I do wrong?!” Venus is really confused. She did not understand what was happening to her enemy and father at the same time.