At The End Of That Memory Novels & Stories

"With everything." End

Holly was so excited that her speech was a little incoherent, and she kept murmuring, “That’s great! That’s great! Your condition has not continued worsening! In fact, it has actually improved greatly. Your memory of yesterday is much clearer than mine. As for your previous memories, I believe that you will be able to slowly retrieve those memories. It doesn’t matter even if you can’t retrieve your memories, we can help you review them slowly. Since your current memory has improved greatly, you will definitely be able to retrieve and remember your past memories as long as we continue helping you review them!”

“Your kill will be the last thing you remember.” “Of course.”

I know there is no return from this. As soon as my memories get wiped, I’m going to start another life.

Three years had gone by, and here we were, still at the starting line. I lowered my head, not expecting anything anymore. I knew Eric would go back on his word the moment Tiffany shed a tear. So, they brought me to the pack's Sacred Hall, where the statue of the Moon Goddess stood tall in the center. The flame around the altar pulsed with a cold, piercing light. The elder overseeing the ritual looked grave as he warned me, "The Memory Offering is one of the oldest forbidden rites. It burns your wolf and projects your memories for all to see.

Tcee and Eliana chorused and I matched the breaks, eyes widened with my heart skipping a beat. The car stopped behind a big truck and my life flashed right in front of me, triggering another memory. I shut my eyes and clutched my chest. My mouth parted for me to take in deep breaths as I involuntarily rubbed my arm that Sam had clutched when I was sixteen. It stung again. The only difference was that the bruise was gone, but hers wasn't. ***************** My heels made a clicking sound with every step I took, alerting the world that I was coming. I clung the files very tight to my chest as I rapped on his door.

POV: Echo Focusing on what I can remember of today, I play through it from the time I wake up until my memories just stop. Unfortunately, I don’t remember anything from the time I set my fork down and leaned back in my seat. Tala sighs and begins to fill the blanks in my memories with her own. I cringe when I hear myself share far, far more than I ever wanted any of them to ever know, and tremble at the sound of the wolves growling. Tala immediately drops the memory and pushes away the memories of various traumatic events before they can take hold again.

"Elara, if they activate the third rod, the resonance in this room will flatline. The 'Graft' will kill you if it’s cut off mid-upload!" I couldn't move. My hands were fused to the obsidian interface, the black frequency now a roaring river of data flowing through my nervous system. "I'm seeing it, Julian," I whispered, my voice sounding metallic, multi-tonal. "The final memory... it’s not a record. It’s a keyframe."

“Then we live.” “Without knowing we saved anything?” “Yes.” A small smile touched her lips. “Not all victories require memory.” The Final Message Her phone vibrated one last time that night. From the consultant. “Memory retention is approaching null.” She typed slowly. “Good.” A pause. Another message from him: “You are eliminating the cycle.” Her reply: “We’re eliminating the need for it.” There was no response after that. No warning. No calculation. Just silence. The Last Flicker

"Wait." The woman turned. Their eyes met. Then the figure faded. Vanishing completely. Nova froze. The First Memory appeared beside her. "What happened?" Nova looked shaken. "I saw her." The woman's expression darkened. "Then we're close." "Close to what?" The First Memory stared ahead. Toward the distant horizon. Toward something only she could see. "The end of the road." Silence. Then slowly, a structure emerged from the silver mist. Massive. Ancient.