Amnesia Dark Descent Alexander Novels & Stories

She knew the darkness that lived inside Alexander. "You're safe now, Grandmother," I whispered. She squeezed my hand, a tiny, knowing smile touching her lips. "Not yet, Damien. Not until that man is stripped of everything he thinks he owns." I felt a surge of grim satisfaction. The war had officially moved from the boardroom to the battlefield. Alexander thought he had played a winning hand by targeting the vulnerable, but he had made one fatal mistake: he had underestimated me and Alex. As we wheeled her out of the hospital and into the waiting car, I glanced back at the sterile white building. I could almost feel my father's presence, the invisible threads of his control trying to pull us

Then it ended. Sitting up in the bed I run my hands over my face moving my hair. Breathing hard, I rub my eyes, wiping the tears away. I don’t want to remember that night. Alex isn’t in the bed anymore, looking over to the clock it says 6:50am. Taking a few more deep breaths I get out of the bed and head for the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I remember seeing myself covered in his blood. Turning the shower on I try to ignore the images running through my head. Making it quick, I hop out drying off with a towel, when a knock on the door makes me jump. “ it can’t be him I killed him” I mumbled to myself

Immediately after, he saw an even more unimaginable scene, Alex's body had become a black hole, sucking all the water in this Five Flavored Tea of Forgetfulness. Then, he opened his eyes and looked at Xerxes. "This..." "Alex, your memories… are they still there? Do you still know me?" Alex shouted, "That's cool!" then said, "Principal Xerxes, please make way." Xerxes did not know what to do. He got out of the way with a suspicious face. As a result, he saw Alex taking out a sword and digging into that Five Flavored Tea of Forgetfulness. What was he doing? Was he planning to finish everything?

Martin retorted. "Don't be presumptuous!" snapped Mr. Brahmin. "Calm down, sir. I will prove that I am the descendant of a white werewolf," Alexa retorted. Alexa's aura of power was shown to everyone. Truly like a Goddess descending from the sky, the aura released amazed everyone. Their eyes were spoiled by Alexa's beauty and then the moon pendant necklace. also issued a light source. Alexa has the power to show flashbacks of what someone has done. She opened up the past events of Lauren and Mahendra's crimes while in the human world. After she finished, Alexa staggered out of her energy.

"I'm happy for you, dude." Days passed, and Lara remained in the Infirmary for further tests. As soon as the results were available, Alex and I hastened to the Infirmary. "Alpha Magnus, I regret to inform you that your Luna is suffering from Anterograde Amnesia. She recalls past events but is unable to remember recent occurrences. There's a chance she may not recall her marriage to you or the events preceding her unconsciousness," a medical staff member explained.

Justin, as always, stayed still, distant, like a general waiting for the perfect moment. What Charlie had failed to realize was simple: Alexander with amnesia wasn't weak. He was far more dangerous. Without memories, Alexander was unburdened by relationships, obligations, or emotional ties. He didn’t play politics—he struck. Ruthlessly, instinctively, without pause. And once he identified his enemies, his retribution would be swift, merciless, and complete. Justin had understood this. That’s why he had waited. Not long after Charlie left in a rage, one of Justin’s men returned with an update.

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

She was looking over her shoulder, toward unseen enemies. “Take my son,” the memory whispered. “If the mark wakes, do not let Red Moon bind him.” Alexander’s heart broke in a different way. Then the image flickered. A second figure stepped out of the memory behind his mother, holding a cup of dark liquid. Rowan. He smiled and placed the cup in her trembling hand. Before Alexander could scream, Darius crushed the bead under his boot, and the memory shattered into black dust. Alexander lifted his glowing hand, but Caleb caught his wrist before the power burst free. Across the yard, Darius laughed once, cold and breathless, while Rowan’s voice rose from the forest, “Now he has seen enough,” and

"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

"Is this how you treat people, Sara? Such incompetence!" I stood frozen, my gaze locked with Alex's. It was then that I noticed a flicker of recognition in his eyes, as though a distant memory began to resurface. But to my astonishment, it quickly vanished, leaving behind an impassive mask. Madam Amelia's voice continued to berate me, the words falling on deaf ears as I struggled to comprehend the situation. How could it be that Alex, the CEO who had dismissed me so callously, seemed to have no recollection of our previous encounter?