Amnesia: The Dark Descent Monsters Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Amelia's phone rang. She answered, only to be met with a blistering lecture from their mother, Madeleine Austin. "What on earth did you do? The Booth family is hounding me for answers! Declan has a brain tumor! How could you let him fly all the way to Sovrane by himself?" Madeleine's voice echoed through the hollow villa on speakerphone. The Kane sisters' eyes bulged, and they shrieked in unison, "A brain tumor? We had no idea!"

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

"I don't give a fuck about the ring on her finger. I don't give a fuck about the past. I know who I want. I know who makes me feel alive." I pinned her hands above her head against the door, leaning my full weight into her. The familiar, terrifying dark walls of my mind were closing in, but for the first time, I didn't want to fight them. The amnesia had stripped away my memories, but it hadn't changed who I was. It hadn't changed the monster inside me. If anything, the void in my mind had only made the monster hungrier. And right now, it was entirely focused on her. Lauren looked up at me, terror and love fighting for dominance in her eyes. She could see it. She could see that the quiet, ca

It seemed his suspicions were not unfounded. Dr. Sandman went on, "It was a poison called Amni Poison. While it's not lethal, it disrupts the memory nerves of the victim, causing them to forget the people and events they care about the most. Moreover, if the victim forcefully tries to recall those forgotten memories, it leads to intense heartache. It's like a barrier in their memory; breaking through it only causes unbearable pain."

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

“I don’t. Technically, I'm not here either. Whatever you're seeing is a solid projection of me. The real me is sitting in Azazel's living room looking into a mirror. He and the others are working on finding a way to get you out of here. Did you find the other girls?” I shake my head, pointing my hand towards the mountain. “I haven't seen them, but I think they're in there. I just can't find a way inside. I've been looking for a while.” Amara looks at the mountain, her face set in consternation. “Did you see anything else?” I nod, remembering the monster. “Yeah, there were these... monsters. They were seriously scary. They were pacing in front of a circle of crucifixes holding dead bodies. I

Asher said, and I shut my eyes, clenching my jaws as I lowered my head. I glanced down at my feet, and though the dark tunnel had disappeared, its oppressive presence still lingered, like a predator waiting just beneath the surface. One wrong step, and I knew I would be swallowed whole. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing heavily through my mouth. Hugging myself, I knelt in the fog, my legs too weak to hold my weight. “What is this place? Why am I here? I don’t understand…” my voice cracked. “Memories. Those monsters are your mother’s memories; each charged with the worst of her guilts and guilt gnaws deep.”

“What are they like?” “Well, for one, they appear normal, but they are natural temptresses. Insatiable vixens who have darkness in them. Literally and figuratively.” Hyden’s eyes flutter up to meet mine, gleaming darkly with an emotion I can’t name. “Their memories are shrouded in darkness. They have long bouts of memory loss. Blackouts. It helps them disassociate from the horrible things that they’re capable of.” Silence spreads between us. Whatever’s left of my sanity seems to be crumbling right before my eyes.

“After the last hunter incursion, nobody’s dumb enough to try again.” “Double it,” Xavier ordered. “I want every patrol twice over.” “Where do we attack?” Sophie asked. “We can’t fight ghosts.” Amara, her dark eyes shadowed beneath her hood, stepped forward. “We’ve seen movement in the swamps. An old hag hiding a power that’s truly dark. If we’re right, it will be ghosts we’re fighting.” “That’s the first place we look,” Fintan agreed, his voice like gravel. “All signs point there.”

Someone grabs my arm, but my skin is ice-cold. The man jerks his hand back with a curse. "What the—? He's freezing!" "No way—" But I can't hear them anymore. I can't think. Ares lashes against my mind, his panic and fury combined. 'Kaziel. HOLD ON—' The Hollow swallows me whole, and everything goes black. ...