Awoken Mementos Novels & Stories

Kaikuh thought as her system replied. "Investing all your points to awaken your new mind power. Mind point invested, remaining 10 points left. New ability in progress, new ability found. New objective, survive a few minutes without the system. Reward, awaken your new power" "What's all this messages popping up, it's hard to follow up. Wait, did I just hear survive without my ability, no I need to recheck" Kaikuh thought as she saw the message written boldly, "New objective, survive a few minutes without the system"

She opened her eyes, a bittersweet ache in her chest as she held onto the fading fragments of the dream. In the quiet of her room, Myla lay there, reflecting on the dream that had felt so tangible, so poignant. It was a dream that had allowed her to reconnect with a version of Noah she feared had been lost forever. And as she drifted back to sleep, she held onto the hope that somewhere, in the labyrinthine recesses of his mind, her words would echo as a reminder of the love they had shared, whether or not his memories ever returned.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

she muttered to herself, sighed and turned to her right side. She closed her eyes again trying to force herself to sleep when a thought came to her then her eyes opened again. "Aurora started behaving different since the day she woke up from that fall, or maybe some part of her brain was affected that she didn't remember how we do somethings?. Her character has changed also, I need to inform Alpha Ralph about it in the morning." She concluded, staring at the ceiling. Aurora strolled out of the mansion with Rita walking behind her.

Something older than that. The same instinct from the night I couldn't remember. The memory flashed without warning. The dark trees, and a body hitting the ground. My own voice breaking into something I did not recognize. I staggered back until my shoulder hit the wall. “No,” I whispered, but it did not sound like refusal anymore. It sounded like a warning. From downstairs, footsteps were heard. Then Liam’s voice again, sharper this time, as if he had noticed something wrong in the house. My pulse jumped violently.

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo

First day of after. They return to the house. Aurora's house. Full of her things. Her clothes. Her books. Her life. All here. All reminders. All painful. All precious. "We keep it all." Kai says. "Every item. Every memory. Every piece of Aurora. We build a shrine. Not creepy. Just honoring. Just remembering. Just keeping her alive in memory and objects and space." They spend the night sorting her things. Finding notes she wrote. Letters she never sent. Journals she kept through two thousand days of forgetting. Her voice. Her thoughts. Her Aurora-ness. Preserved. Discovered. Remembered.

Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on my waist had vanished. “Awakening has three stages: first, you live like an ordinary person. Second, you regain your memories. Third, you awaken as a chief god. When awakening occurs, you may choose to discard the memories of your reborn life and fully become the self from over three thousand years ago… or you may retain all your current memories…” Her pale purple lips moved with each word, and I absorbed every single one—but it was completely beyond my ability to process. Memories spanning millennia, every shattered fragment from my dreams, all surged like a tidal wave, completely drowning my thoughts. I

ZADEN I need to throw it away. That's what I keep telling myself every time I open that damn drawer. Just pick it up, walk to the bin, drop it in. Done. Problem solved. I'm a thirty-four year old Alpha who runs a multi-million dollar empire and commands a pack of over two hundred wolves. I am not the kind of man who keeps a stranger's bracelet in his desk drawer like some kind of…uhhh… I don't even have a word for what it is. Memento? That's worse.

"If you interrupt the awakening now... she may lose every memory she has." Adrian's heart sank. "What awakening?" The Keeper looked toward the motionless white eyes floating above the chamber. "The blood remembers what the mind was forced to forget." The chamber trembled. Dust drifted from the ceiling. One by one, enormous stone tablets surrounding the room began to glow. Each tablet displayed a different century. 1324 1325 1326 1327 1328 129 Adrian stared. "These are... years." "No," whispered Edward. "They are resets." The word struck Adrian harder than any weapon.