Amnesia Orion Novels & Stories

Amanda’s POV “Okay so that we are clear, Amanda is going to go back and fix mom?” Belle asks. “That is the plan,” Apollo tells her. “How?” Belle asks. “That is what we need to decide. When did Mia start to verve off course?” Colton asks. We all look to Zeus and Terry. “I say when she mated to him,” Terry says pulling Athena close and breathing her in. “He made her crazy. And he knows how.” Zeus looks guilty. “She didn’t go crazy because of that. We just didn’t have Belle for a while, so we could work past it.”

The police also knew that he was a huge donor to the organization, and they did not want to lose that extra funding. When the next morning rose, and she managed to blink her eyes open, she wasn't as upset as she was the night before when she woke up from her dream. Everything was still there, and she knew it wasn't something that she was trying to fill in. The pieces for the boat were the only part that she couldn’t actively remember until the night prior. Her brain, as the doctor said, was protecting her from the external trauma. It was part of the reason why she probably had amnesia in the first place was that her body was protecting herself from her mind and vice versa. Almost amazing tha

Bruise free. Well, he must look surprised but his eyes were blank, completely devoid of emotions as if it was so normal. Damien wasn't affected by amnesia; he was well aware that he was seriously injured and fell unconscious. Even when the doctors were treating him, he kept fading in and out of consciousness. He was being fed a heavy dosage of medicines but he still remember the faint voices of his mother that were laced with concern and fear. Fear of losing him because his wounds weren't getting healed. But just the next morning, he is fine. Emmaline wasn't with him for the whole day but when she returned he fainted and now he was perfectly fine while she slept beside him in a skimpy linger

"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.

"Where have you been? Why did you leave me? Do you have any idea how hard I've been looking for you?" The corners of my mouth twitched into a faint smile. I looked at him as if he were a total stranger. "I'm sorry, sir. Do I know you?" The color drained from his face, as if he had been slapped in front of the entire crowd. It was exactly what he had done to me—when he faked his amnesia, holding Angela close and declaring that she was his Donna. I didn't give him another look. I simply turned and took the arm of the man beside me.

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

Alec said looking between Louise and I. I sigh. This shouldn’t be hard to tell them but I’m nervous. What if they look at us differently. I know being an oracle is a blessing from the Moon Goddess but some people don’t see it that way. “Louise and I are oracles.” I blurted out. Better to get it out than prolong the elevatable. “What?” Dean and Alec say at the same time. “How is that possible? There hasn’t been an oracle for decades.” I heard Robbie mutter.

"Orion. Orion. Orion." His name fell from my lips like a desperate prayer as we plunged deeper into the dark water. The impact had been brutal—even with our supernatural healing abilities, hitting the surface at that velocity had been like colliding with concrete. Every bone in my body screamed in protest, but that pain was nothing compared to the terror clawing at my chest. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong. Orion's body had gone completely limp in my arms the moment we'd hit the water. His powerful frame, which had held me so protectively during our fall, now felt like dead weight dragging us both toward the murky bottom of what I could now see was a river.

Why was the fact the opposite? "You—" "I just want to hold you. Please don't rebel," Oriaga said as his wife moved to break the embrace. "I need peace, Amanda. Let me feel okay." "You shouldn't be visiting this place, right?" "Don't even start, Amanda." "I'm just reminding you. I'm afraid you've forgotten or have amnesia, so I'm reminding you." Oriaga snorted, and he fell silent. "You already made me drop all the flowers." The man relented and let his wife go. Amanda picked up all the daisies, gathering them again.

Even so, it was not enough to make Adorus abandon his mortal guise. Orion, too, fought with newfound confidence. His body seemed to move on its own, as though guided by an ancient, hidden memory etched into his very bones. He closed his eyes, focusing on Alinta, on the pain and torment she had endured. Ever since Silas had marked Angela, more of his memories had surfaced, chiefly of how Bellinor loomed like a dark eclipse over Alinta's light, smothering his mate's freedom in Umber Valley. Orion still didn’t know who he truly was, yet he recalled far more of his beloved mate than of himself. He even caught glimpses of her childhood: the way Bellinor would stare at her with a curious, too-ling