Amnesia Dark Descent Alexander Novels & Stories

She sat up, rubbing the back of her head and looked around. "Wha—what am I doing back here?" she asked. "What happened?" "You fainted," Alexander said, his lip curling in disgust. "Gosh! You're such a weakling! My first attempt to get you out of the hospital, to help you see something other than the four walls of this room, and you faint! How on earth am I supposed to help you get back your memories if you can't even stand being outside?" Amelia didn't hear anything past Alex saying she had fainted. She remembered it all now—seeing Sophie.

"OK, OK, OK, I don't care about you! Anyway, I've got you all fixed up, I'll talk to the nurse about the next and see you tomorrow." Dean Wright back hands, slowly and leisurely walked away. Just as Dean Wright left, Judi Dench heard Randall Harrah's voice questioning Alex Roberts, "Alex Roberts, you did this for Emma Richard, didn't you?" Was it for Emma Richard? Alex Roberts did not say anything, he was resisting himself to think about this question, why must he be so obsessed with retrieving his memory, that lost, vague memory, it does not affect his life at all, does it? Randall Harrah didn't stop asking Alex Roberts, "You would rather suffer spasms and pain, even at the risk of your own

My hand grasp my chest, it was feeling a bit tight. "Maybe I need some water," I murmured. I was about to stand when my entire world suddenly swirled and I felt dizzy. The last thing I could ever remember was me slowly falling and someone's calling out my title. Zierux POV The abyss where the mistress of evil, Ammilya resides was not foreign to me. Some of my life I spent in this almost pitch-black place, studying dark magic. Here I am again, visiting a vicious part of the land of demons.

Boom!! Pitch Black... Alexander's head was rumbling, everything in front of him was pitch black... The last memory Alexander had was of him releasing all of his anger after hearing that his parents were dead. As he slowly opened his eyes,he could only see a dim, blurry background.In front of him,a silhouette was moving back and forth. Next to the silhouette was a window; lightening flashed outside; brightly illuminating the room as if it were day. Alexander tried moving his body but discovered that he couldn't lift his hand;a mixture of numbness and pain has left it paralysed. It was as if his limbs didn't belong to him.

"No surprise you appeared agitated. She then experiences amnesia." "Yeah, that's what the doctor told me. There's no specific time when everything will return to her memory," Alexus explained. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head down to the nape of his neck. He seemed to be speechless in those moments. "Nevertheless, why are all of the garden's lights on?" "Yeah, I've been aiming to tell you Sandy is waiting for you."

The servant knocked again on the door of Alexander’s room. “Go away!” Alexander growled angrily at the servant because of her; he woke up from a good dream. The servant left in fear and never spoke again when he heard the angry voice of her boss’s grandson. Alexander cursed again when his lower belly ached because his dream was interrupted. But that dream is exactly what happened to them between the woman whose face was still puzzling him and who still can’t remember. He thought that the libido in his body will get calm when he’s already in the province. But it seems to only get worse, and even in his dreams, he is haunted by such memories.

I said, trying to sound calm. She looked shocked, “I knew it. I had sensed something in your mind. I knew it! There is dark magic at play here. It explains the memory loss.” “Does it also explains why she killed people?” Mary asked. Tabitha didn’t look sure, “it could. But I would have to do some research. Is that why you called me here?” “Yes,” I said, “I have two memories of this woman, named Helena. She’s beautiful and has long black hair and her eyes are really dark. When she touches me, my skin burns. O and she smells rotten, like food gone bad or rotten meat.”

existence of ghosts prior to my father. I have consistently protested against such a belief. I see it as merely a fairy tale. My experience with my father made me want to apologise to people I have argued with. All of the traumas my father subjected me to left me feeling worn out. I woke up in my room after closing my eyes to go to sleep. I looked up and saw a soldier and Helena in my room. I asked them, "Where am I?" It was unclear to me how I got from the woods to my room. "You are awake at last. Everyone assumed you were dead." pathetic idiot Helena muttered something to me and turned to leave Nathan's soldier and me alone. "What's she talking about?" I asked the soldier, who did not see

"I don't know who I am! I only know what he tells me." "Then let me tell you," Alexandria panted coldly. "You are a tempest he cannot contain. You are a fire he will burn to embers. And when your memories come back." Emereah's heart pounded. "What does it do?" Alexandria's smile was cruel. "You will kill him." Alexandria turned and left, shutting the door behind her. Emereah fell to her knees, her head reeling. Who am I? There was silence in the night, the fire burning low in Vladimir's bedroom.

Chris...? Christopher—Or is it…? Alex My head feels like it’s splitting open. Something’s beating it like an anvil... I cracked my skull against an anvil once. Only... he didn’t want me to remember that. He wanted only the good memories to pass from that vampire's mind and into my own-- And they are none of them my memories. “Alexander!” My mother’s voice, chasing after me on the bicycle once we took off the training wheels… I think she’s still alive, so is my father, and Tiffany…