Amnesia Dark Descent Alexander Novels & Stories

She looked at his Hazel eyes and tried to remember something. “Who are you? Why am I not able to recognize you?” She replied. “I am Alexander. Your heartless man, remember? You used to call me by different names.” He touched his head on her forehead. “What happened to you, Alyona? Why are you behaving like this?” His voice wobbled. His voice touched Alyona’s heart, but she remembered nothing. “I... I don’t remember you. After my accident, I don’t remember so many things from my past life,” she replied as she backed herself.

his voice was low. “Stable, but... he has temporary amnesia. He doesn’t remember the last few months before the coma.” Damian closed his eyes for a moment. It was good news—but far from ideal. Alexander had woken up with no memory of the family war, Clarisse, Vendrake, or even the last moments before he was poisoned. Another burden he would have to bear alone. ** While Damian watched over Enola, another storm was brewing overseas. Evelyn attended a Moreau Medical Group board meeting—and sparked an internal war.

“You were never meant for a normal life, Elena. Not even in your second chance.” My eyelids flutter heavily. Alexander’s name fights to break through the haze, a desperate whisper in my mind. The man leans closer too close. “He can’t reach you now.” His breath touches my ear as the darkness pulls at me. “And by the time he finds you… you may not remember him at all.” No. No I try to speak but only a weak breath escapes. His silhouette blurs. The drone’s red eye glows. The floor seems to open beneath me.

She was the only one who could truly calm his heart, but he was so overcome by darkness right now that he could not even remember her name, only the words Kota just said to him. The unnatural rush throughout his being was overpowering, and Alex was so stressed that he could not help but cry out through clenched teeth, his eyes closed tight the whole time. The hate, the pain, the darkness, Alex could not even think straight through all of it. He thought his mind was spiraling out of control, but as the dust in his head soon began to clear, Alex found himself staring back up at the bright, cloudless blue sky. He took several deep breaths as his blood pressure cooled, but as his consciousness r

Alpha Damon's demons has completely taken over him. He was dragged down deep into the abyss, he couldn't see or hear anything. Demons of his pasts. His torture. Hid mother's death. His kingdom snatched away from him. He was a puppet. A dog.... Alexander's most obedient of dogs. His mother's scream calling out to him as she was murdered cold bloodedly and he couldn't answer to her. Her lifeless tear filled eyes as she gazed into space, dead.

She knew deep down that whatever he was about to reveal, their lives would never be the same again. "You see," Alexander continued, his voice wavering slightly, "I come from a family with a dark history. A legacy of crime and corruption. My father, before his death, was the head of a powerful underworld organization. I grew up surrounded by luxury and wealth, but also deceit and violence." Amelia's eyes widened in shock, her mind struggling to process this unexpected revelation. Her perception of Alexander, her sweet and kind-hearted love, was being shattered before her very eyes. Yet, deep down, a flicker of faith in him remained.

"Wren?" Hannah blurted out, the question hanging awkwardly in the air. "What are you doing here?" Her tone was more bewildered than anything, but a faint edge crept in. Before Wren could dignify her with a response, Alexander's gaze, darkened and thunderous, flickered from Ophelia’s smug composure to focus on the newcomer. His hand, resting atop the thin hospital bedsheet, curled into a fist as a tidal wave of memory crashed over him—a memory that wasn’t supposed to exist in this life, and yet, it did. The world seemed to shrink around Wren, the cloying odes of lilies unable to mask the stench of old betrayals.

It seemed like a blissful, peaceful existence to Alexander who had to constantly be on alert, ready and waiting for the next threat. "Jack Hill." Alexander's voice boomed, Jack jumped, startled from the deep, threatening voice that had broken him from his trance. Alexander's voice wasn't loud, just dark. His voice was the embodiment of darkness. It captured and threatened anyone who would listen. Alexander had lost all forms of light-years ago. Even his brown eyes had darkened to turn to almost black colour.

For a moment, I thought I might win, that the fire burning in my core would rally enough strength to keep me aloft. But it was too much. My body trembled, and the shadows grew, consuming the edges of my vision until all that remained was blackness. Everything went silent, the world slipping into stillness. The last thing I felt was Alexander’s grip before the darkness swallowed me whole, leaving only echoes of his voice as I floated into oblivion. Alexander's POV

I bent down a little and introduced myself with a smirk, " Let me introduce myself once more. Alexis Kozlov, the heir and current Don of Dark Crescent Maurenders." His eyes went wide before he started stuttering in disbelief, his eyes almost popping out, " Im... impossible..how can you work..for the princess...how could you?" I put my gloves on, inquiring in a normal voice, " Why are you targeting the princess? Let me know that, Alpha. Perhaps I might show mercy on you." Alpha Austin sneered, insulting her,