Azur Lane Memories Novels & Stories

Main character's POV ( Shrey) It's dark and half-past eleven with no sign of vehicles nearby, except a yellow Lamborghini Urus shining under one of the street lights; the Door of the house suddenly opens, and I come face to face with my Boyfriend, Louis. I wasn't ready, but I knew he was my only solution and hope for my futuristic problems and lost memories. When he saw me, he was dumbfounded and mumbled, "Shrey? What are you doing here, and where have you been for so long?".

Luna immediately recalled Silas's explanation from the northern mountains: some wolf lineages carried memories older than the individual animal. Darius seemed to have remembered too. "Inherited memory." Aurora looked a little uneasy. "Perhaps, but he didn't treat it like memory. He treated it like history." Footsteps approached from behind them. Malric and Eliane climbed onto the damaged wall, followed by Rhea. Malric looked utterly exhausted, but at least some color had returned to his face now that he wasn't burdened with channeling thousands of minds through the network. "We heard the howling," Eliane said.

"Who are you?" I AM THE FIRST MEMORY. Lorenzo raised his weapon. "Show yourself." The voice laughed. WE HAVE NO BODY. WE ARE MEMORY. WE ARE HISTORY. WE ARE YOU. Aria felt a cold sensation enter her mind. Images flashed. Wars. Burning cities. Ancient kings. Women screaming. Children running. Scientists. Laboratories. The images moved faster. Then she saw her father. Antonio. He was standing in this same underground city. Beside him was Gabriel.

People say I bring curses. LARA People say a lot of things. I say... you’re safe with me. And with that, she led him through the field of flowers, petals parting like they welcomed him too. --- INT. TAVERN - PRESENT DAY - NIGHT The scent of smoke and ash faded. The air grew cold. Azzez blinked—and the forest of memory dissolved. He was back in the present, seated on the dusty tavern floor, still as stone, breath held like he might break the memory by exhaling. Don stood nearby, arms folded, waiting with the patience of someone who had seen too much, yet said too little.

Cyran- Lingering by the pool long after Azura went into the house, I fixed my gaze on the water. What I saw wasn’t the water though, it was fragments of memories as I recounted the scene of finding Azura dead in a cave. Since seeing the first Potential Stone Keeper in the cave, at the beginning of winter, I couldn’t stop seeing Azura’s dead body, covered in blood. Every night I have relived the same nightmare, never finding any relief. It wasn’t until I woke up next to Azura the night before last that I had finally slept. I had been angered to see her in the room, but more than that I had been mad at myself.

Azura hugged Emma; she looked at her little, beautiful daughter, who looked like a copy of Conal without being heartbroken, and calmly said: "If I go there, I'm afraid I'll kill her. But I can't do that in front of Conal. Because in his memory, I don't exist. I can't face Conal's cold eyes. If I kill her, even if I eliminate the opponent, Conal will have a bad view of me instead, and maybe he will hate me even more." "But how should we make Conal remember you and the kids as quickly as possible? Right?" Laura was confused; she couldn't accept this crazy fact. Doesn't she know why Conal can forget about Azura - the person he loves the most? Suddenly the door of Laura's house opened, and the s

She glared at them. “I swear; he probably forgets your face.” Nae answered right when the guards let them in. “He’s a creature with a memory, he definitely will do.” Azrael insisted. They’ve been fighting over it probably for an hour now. “Still, that won’t work.” Remiel said while they climbed down a spiral staircase that leads to the main dance floor of the club, “You would probably get more attention because of that.” Azrael realized she should just ignore Remiel and Nae’s complains. Azrael was shaky every time she looks at the place. The memory becomes more terrible and terrible as the time goes by.

Memories too terrible to speak. Tears began to well in Azrael’s eyes as she peeled back more and more of the obscurities. And more and more of those memories rose up. They turned to unending streams when she realized they went far back to the beginning, when Callie was first taken. When Callie was just three years old. Azrael’s eyes went wide as a thought struck her. She quickly hopped over to an unused terminal, and opened up the memories from a random Prophet. She scrolled through hers quickly and spotted it immediately - obscured layers with buried memories.

I ducked into an alley littered with glass and bodies, heart hammering, lungs tearing for air. “Keep moving,” I whispered to myself. “Don’t stop. Don’t think.” But memory clung to me like smoke—Auren’s golden eyes in the Gate, the split crown, his last words. Welcome home, my queen. The phrase pulsed with each heartbeat, and the mark seemed to answer it.

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...