Azur Lane Memories Novels & Stories

The sea of face stared at me with the same expectation as the people in the castle. I shook my head to clear the thoughts, walking for a while until we came to a clearing. I could see the shape on the ground with a piece of clothing attached to a stake and a medallion hanging from it. “Arggh!” I screamed as the memories flooded through my head. I could remember their faces now, and the war was clear as my mother screamed at me, telling me to run. The times I played around in the village with other people, but I had to maintain my stand as one who had alpha blood. The vision came closer as I remembered I had a younger brother no lesser than two years.

I sat myself in the passenger seat and buckled up. “I wish. However, I would never really know. They died in a mission in Shanghai ten years ago.” Crap. I wanted to cry. Why did I even bring this up? “The company decommissioned this car when they passed, like they always do when an agent dies. But last night I was finally able to get my hands on it.” Stop talking god damn it. You’re just hurting yourself, Jaime. I felt tears flow from my eyes. Lucas’ sunny expression returned to the miserable state I’ve been used to seeing the past months. “I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.”

She can feel the coldness of her body. "Welcome to all of you. Today we are here to mourn the death of a friend, savior and a young female warrior. Let us all remember her by revisitng Iris Becker's memories through the Memory Lane." This was what Lauriel was waiting for. What memories does Iris have in the past? She chanted a prayer to the moon gods as a large magical glass appeared above the girl. This glass will show all of the memories she had in the past. This ritual was called 'The Memoir'. Whenever a pack member dies everyone will watch the memories of the dead. This way that person will be remembered even after death.

Paglabas ko hindi ko alam na sumunod pala si Ellen sa akin, at ikinabit ang mga kamay sa braso ko. "I don't wike it." She said while grinning from ear to ear with her teasing eyes. Oh god, not again. "He looks familiar by the way," "That's the boy in the picture," I pointed out for her to remember. It's funny how she memorize all the 'chismis' but she forgot those things. "Oh, he's one of them. The drummer." she added, "I think someone just obliviate me," she tsked. I laughed hard. I cannot!

The sound echoed through the empty space like a gunshot. The moment the lock clicked, the artificial strength holding Lane upright cracked. She sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, the cold air raising goosebumps on her skin. She wrapped the silk sheet around her shoulders, staring blankly at the moonlit floor as memories she had buried deep began to resurface. She remembered the day the world ended.

"But there's more to it than mere memories. It's the way he looked at me, the sorrow in his voice. It speaks of a tale left untold." Freya hesitated, her brows furrowed as she struggled to find the right words. She confided in her maidens, describing the puzzling encounter with Tigreal and the whirlwind of emotions it had stirred within her. Her lost memories added another layer of confusion, leaving her searching for answers. Just as the conversation deepened, Azure, the enigmatic figure, the mastermind swept into the clearing like a gust of wind. Her presence was both captivating and mysterious, drawing all attention to her.

ALEJANDRO ‘No. I don’t remember.’ Her words rang in my head as she stared up at me, fear clear in her gorgeous eyes. I won't fucking lie that my own heart was pounding as I pulled her into my arms, inhaling her intoxicating scent of hazelnut chocolate. I held her close, trying to control my own fucking storm of emotions. Doesn’t remember… What the fuck did that even mean? How could she fucking forget that Azura was not Scarlett and Elijah’s biological daughter? That was not something fucking small.

“Only I know the key." "If your mother died ten years ago, who has that key now?" Mavric asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "That’s the problem.” “Either Mom left behind a scheduled AI that activates when the Master Key in my brain is detected at high frequency, or… someone managed to extract her memories before she died." Liora pointed at the stream of code running across the screen. "Look at this.” The message wasn’t sent from outside the island. It ‘awakened’ from within my own Azure system.

“What does that mean? What are you now?” Azriel didn’t answer at first. He stared at his hand—glowing faintly, not from heat, but from understanding. “I think I’m part of its spine now,” he said finally. “Not just the memory… but the thing holding the memory up.” The chamber trembled—not a quake, but a breath. Then, slowly, one wall of living memory unfolded. A scene came forth. Not a person. Not a moment. A blueprint. A city of intention. Bridges not of stone, but of reconciled truths. Temples whose walls remembered who entered. Streets etched with stories that only revealed themselves to the ready. Children born into names that were promises, not identities.

said Azure with a smile when Hannabelle gasped in shock. “What in the name of Satan do you mean by that?” asked Hannabelle as she was shocked beyond her thoughts. “That means exactly what I have said to you. That means exactly that. That she does not even know the details of the contract and if she did then she would have remembered them. So that she does not remember every single time her memory is wiped to a blank slate. This way she becomes the perfect candidate for getting everything done and she is not going to ask you if you ask her to kill her best friend from fifty years ago because she does not even remember it,” said Azure and Hannabelle sat down on the chair with a plop.