Awoken Mementos Novels & Stories

It wrapped itself around the shoulders of a mourning widow, and for the first time since her loss, she slept without dreams of fire. A bell, rescued from a lighthouse toppled by time, rang out not in thunder, but in a hush that made all the world’s flames lean forward, listening. None of these artifacts called for power. Each pulsed with memory, mercy, purpose. And with each new finding, the wind shifted. “Elara.” In her journal, Amryn wrote: “These are not relics. They are not weapons. They are reminders. We are not digging for power. We are being watched.”

"You will. You are the Awakener. You are the one who carries the memory." I nodded slowly. "Yes. I am." The days passed. I watched the wolves of Silvermoon live their lives, unaware of the infinite they had once been part of. Aria wove stories that she did not know were echoes of the dream. Sera preserved scrolls that she did not know held fragments of forgotten truths. The pup who had been the Unraveler's vessel grew into a young wolf, her eyes bright with a knowing she could not name. "You are thinking about them," Kael said one evening.

Instantly, something inside Mia snapped. All the fear that had accumulated in her and everything that was going on around her seemed to blur into a sharp, piercing memory of something she had forgotten. A memory that had been buried deep into her mind in the rush of the battle. The Seer… the Seer from days ago. *** FLASHBACK TWO DAYS AGO… Mia moved slowly after she had just left Dalian and remembered that she had missed the serpent scale. She moved to the place where she was sure it was the only place she had dropped it.

My assistant also took advantage of the commotion to slip me a cup of warm water, signaling with her eyes for me to step out and get some air. I felt warmth spread through my heart. After Grandma and Mom passed away, they were the first to show me what family warmth truly felt like. Just as I turned down the corridor, a voice called out from behind me. "Dawn!" The voice was all too familiar. When I first arrived in Haldon, it haunted me like a demon, trapping me in the memories of my tragic death in my past life. However, hearing it now, it was no longer anything to me. It was just a man I had long since crushed beneath my feet.

Curtis looked at her skeptically, his brow furrowed slightly. "You just redecorated the triplets' room and bought new household items. Do you have enough money?" he asked, his concern for their finances evident. Alruna produced her small pouch, displaying its contents in front of Curtis. "I sold a lot of cream and shampoo yesterday," she replied, a proud smile touching her lips. Her herbal remedies were proving incredibly popular. She added more coins to the small amount Curtis already held. "While we're gone, invite Skoll over for drinks. Here, at the house. And no women!" she instructed playfully, wagging a finger. Curtis winced, attempting to return the money.

I waited for the memory of Julian’s icy blue eyes and his predatory job offer to fade into the fog of a champagne-induced nightmare. It wasn’t real, I told myself, clutching the silk duvet to my chest. The job offer, the mention of Marcus, the way Julian looked at me like I was a prize to be stolen, just a dream. But then I saw it. On my bedside table, the glass award from the Harvard Business School sat catching the morning light, its edges sharp and undeniable. Beside it lay a heavy, charcoal-colored business card I didn't remember taking, but must have clutched in my hand like a lifeline.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

The bed squeaked as Kate shifted, one arm sleepily reaching out for the solid mass that was Colton. Her palm hit cool linen, the empty space beside her in Paloma’s small spare bed feeling gigantic. There was no lingering scent of cigarettes, no woody leather or mint from his toothpaste drifting in her direction, no soothing touch from his callused fingertips… It always took her being away from him to realize just how prominent his presence was in her life. The memories of yesterday morning came flooding back; the envelope, the photograph, Colton kicking her out again.

It was stamped with a crest, the same crest I’d seen at the estate the night we’d arrived at Wolfspine City. Blue with a black wolf silhouette. It was the crest of House Moren. Opening the canister, we found a first aid kit and a thick salve that numbed the skin. "It’s a sponsor gift," Thor said slowly. "Someone in the Capital's watching you." The thought of it made me sick. Those rich elite bastards watching us on flat screen TVs. Sending us gifts just to keep us alive a little longer, so the games would go on. But… The wound on my leg was pretty bad. I wasn’t in a position to be proud. So I opened the first aid kit and got to work on my leg.

The scent of cardboard was overpowering, and Memory was ready to get out of the stock room. She felt like she’d spent the last two days in there—opening boxes and repackaging ornaments to ship out. When the order had come in Saturday afternoon, she’d been thrilled. The handmade ornaments she’d purchased from a local crafter almost two years ago had been taking up space in the storage room for far too long, and now, they’d be decorating a tree in Buffalo that had lost a lot of ornaments in a recent snow storm. Still, she’d be happy when she was done boxing everything up so she could get the ornaments in the mail and get back to enjoying the season.