Amnesia Dark Descent Alexander Novels & Stories

It was pathetic, watching my twin sister, my other half, unravel over a man who never saw her as anything but a shadow. And the worst part was the fact that she did not realize that he's been using her for a while. It was simple pleasure for him, something and someone that he can control. He did not want her around. “Alpha.” Alexander’s voice cut through the quiet. My second-in-command stood near the door, shoulders straight, eyes wary. He’d seen this before, the calm before I tore something apart. “You know not to bother me when I am in a mood.” “I believe that you need to hear this from me.” He said, looking away from me as he stepped inside.

Beta Nereo spoke beside him then Alexei came to his senses and made me sit on the sofa then sat beside me. “Now tell me everything in detail.” I sighed and cupped his face. “I'm sorry for making you worried, Alexei. I don't know what happened to me suddenly when I was in the woods. I wasn't feeling good So I went for a run then after getting tired I sat near the river to rest. Suddenly I saw darkness before my eyes and in no time I blacked out. When I woke up I found myself in a totally different place.” “A girl was sitting before me. She said she found me unconscious in the road. When I clearly remember I fainted near the river. I didn't know if she was lying or something happened after I f

“How did you get into my room?” Her face contorted to a calm smile, but there was nothing friendly in the smile. “You really do not know me, Mira Alexander?” How did she know my name? I watched her suspiciously. “I know no one,” I said fast. “Pity. What sort of accident had to make you forget your mistress?" “The doctor says I have amnesia. You need to leave my room. Now. Or I call the guards.” She laughed. “Naive and foolish as usual. Nothing's changed. Perhaps that's why you got in quicker than I expected.”

Then he sighed deeply. "Bella." I looked at him. "You need to know something." His expression became serious. "Alpha Xander was involved in a terrible accident a month before you arrived." I frowned. "What?" Mr. Desmond nodded slowly. "He lost part of his memory." I stared at him. For a moment, I wasn't sure I heard correctly. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. "He remembers most things," Mr. Desmond explained carefully. "His company. His responsibilities. His pack."

Fear and curiosity mingled within me as I exchanged a glance with Alexander, both of us sensing the gravity of the situation. The visitor's voice, laced with an air of mystery and authority, cut through the silence. "Emma Turner, Alexander Reynolds," they said, their tone carrying an undercurrent of menace. "I have information that will change everything." Intrigued yet wary, we invited the visitor in, cautiously navigating the treacherous path laid before us. The visitor introduced themselves as Damien, a master manipulator with a deep knowledge of the secrets that had haunted our lives. They claimed to possess evidence that could shatter our carefully constructed world.

Meirion said, “We prefer you to be the Dark Lord.” Alexander did not respond. He stayed quiet. As the meeting had ended, he reigned back some of his darkness. It was a sign for them to leave. And they obeyed. The vampires winnowed first, leaving trails of shadow for a sliver of seconds. Then the warlock chanted a teleportation spell. The faes and werewolves faded to the darkness stealthily. Until it was only Alexander alone in the park. Only then did he call on his darkness again, it gathered in front of him. A mirror was seen in the center, and on the mirror was a girl. Amber hair, small face, large eyes, and that sensuous lips.

Her eyes were red-rimmed from hours of silent tears. "How could this happen?" she whispered, more to herself than anyone. "How could he hide this from us for so long?" The Lead Pack Healer stood at the foot of the bed, his weathered face grave as he addressed the core Blackwood family members gathered in the room. "The cerebral hematoma has caused severe neurological damage," he explained, his voice clinically detached yet tinged with genuine regret. "In simple terms, Alpha Heir Alexander has lost significant portions of his memory." "How significant?" Richard Blackwood demanded, his Alpha authority unable to mask the tremor in his voice.

Following the trail of dark elemental power, he stumbled upon a nearly collapsed basement where a grim sight awaited him. There, shoulder blades fastened with a restraining hook, stood Daxton. His lower body was submerged in concrete, his mouth gagged to silence him. The sight of a member of the Quantz clan in such a dire state tormented by his own family member stirred a mix of disbelief and anger within Alexander. Alexander removed the gag from Daxton's mouth, allowing him to speak. "Alexander, I..." Daxton began, his voice choked with emotion as tears welled up in his eyes.

Alexandra said, voice low, steady, “since yesterday, a miracle.” Elena’s hand flew to her mouth, tears welling, but JJ’s confusion—clinging to her leg now—kept her grounded. “Why’s she not…” she started, voice trembling, and Alexandra raised a hand, cutting her off, his gaze shifting to Mama. “She suffers from retrograde amnesia,” he said, blunt, meeting their eyes. Jeremiah’s head snapped up, eyes blazing, and he staggered forward, inches from Alexandra’s face, whiskey stench thick.

} {Yes, it's me, do you have any other news} { Are you talking about ava} Standing up I nod my head and then remember that she can't see me { yes, Ava. Have you seen her around } { was about to call you, Alex has her and it seems like she has lost her memory, she doesn't even recognize me.... it is worse than I thought, she kept asking where she is, how she got into this place and where is her mother} {Okay, keep finding out things for me } { Alright Mr. D}