Awoken Mementos Novels & Stories

I remembered taking it before I left—some kind of mental to-do list. That’s when it hit me. I had been so selfish toward myself all this time. Everything else in my gallery was either pictures of memos, schedules, receipts, or grocery lists. No beaches. No smiles. Not even food photos. Just… proof of how hard I had been trying to survive and stay productive. It was quietly overwhelming. Then my alarm buzzed—a soft chime I had set earlier to remind me of today’s activities. The sound pulled me back, gently but firmly.

They all moped around, at the surroundings with their mouth wide open. "Gosh! if I could take all these golden pieces of jewelry with me?..or even the diamonds," Alyssa said with lustful eyes as she smiles lightly. "No Alyssa, kick that thought away," Darrell said as he held her. "Remember what the inscription said," Darrell adds as he looked deep into Alyssa's eyes. Alyssa shakes her head and breathes out as she realized her self. "Ok Darrell, I will try," Alyssa said weakly and she chewed her second finger childishly.

omile, and lavender. She explained that this tea would help calm my mind and promote healing. She also applied a topical ointment to my wounds, made from a mixture of aloe vera, honey, and silverweed. This ointment would help accelerate the healing process and reduce scarring. In addition to Elara's treatments, I started doing things to help trigger my memory. I began exercising regularly, doing physical activities like push-ups, sit-ups, and jogging. I figured that if I could get my body moving, maybe my mind would follow. I also tried to think of other things I used to do, like my favorite foods, hobbies, and places I liked to visit. I looked at old pictures, hoping that familiar faces and

because I really feel like I'm not one of them. I am pale, no amount of basking in the sun could change my complexion, and trust me, I've tried. I am small, I am only as tall as ten-year old wolf-cubs, barely five feet tall. And my eyes are purple! How weird is that?! Wolves I know usually have eyes as dark as night, or as brown as earth or as gold as the sun! I bet no one has noticed it yet because of the low light but in the morning, everyone will notice and I bet that would make me an alien of some sort!

“When the time comes.” He lifts his hand and presses his fingers against my forehead. Heat floods my skull, but not pain. Memory and magic. Visions crash into me: A wolf wrapped in flame standing at the mouth of a burning forest. A woman with eyes like Zenith’s, cradling a newborn wrapped in silver light. A throne made of obsidian, cracked straight through the middle. A war. A kiss. A howl that splits the sky. And then, his voice, soft again. “Awaken, Crownless One.”

Lavanda Monday, 7:00 AM | Beckett Mansion` I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock splitting my head in agony. Weakly, I slam the alarm clock off. My eyes scan the room. The wardrobe is familiar, the cabinet still stacked with makeup. My perfume from last night lingers on the sheet. Slowly, I remember. Then I throw the sheets off me. Orchard. Desmond. Last night. Everything after that is a blur. My stomach twists as I clench the sheets.

Everything in this report made no sense. His wife was a carbon copy of Gwen Drysdale, who lived in the city of Bares. They looked like twins if it hadn't been well documented that she wasn't. This sparked a lot of suspicion, so his men dug deeper into the situation, and the results were even more shocking. According to reports, Gwen fell into a coma for a year when she was only eleven years old and miraculously awoke with severe memory loss after a year. She had to learn everything from scratch, as if they were programming a robot.

Half an hour later, Derrick came home, reeking of alcohol. I was in the bedroom, applying lotion. Hearing the sound, I turned and said, "You're back. Sorry to bother you, but William has an event tomorrow. We can't let him down." I glanced at his collar, noticing something.

"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.

It makes me cringe visibly and have the urge to bleach my brain. Scanning through so many pretty gross scenes that involve not just Eve in a flicker of a second, but seeing and knowing what each visual replay is, because that’s part of my gift. It's like I absorb them, even in a fleeting moment, to know exactly what they are. Images so fast they seem almost like a blur, but once they have flown past my sight, I know what they contain and what happened. I can recall them in full. I’ve heard that imprinting on a mate has the same effect, and you receive a lifetime of their memories in a fleeting second.