Best Forgotten Realms Novels Novels & Stories

Kyra turns to the last page of the book and rips out all of the pages and my eyes widen in shock. "What did you do that for?" I question. "My father wrote that story with the three of us. Little did we know at the time that he was preparing the three of us to one day rule over all of the realms. The realms were our test. To see how each of us did with the little power he gave us and I'm sure he was disheartened when Rizor failed. He wanted one of us to rule over all three realms in the end," she says while tearing more of the book revealing another open book that was hidden beneath those pages.

Eleand gathered his thoughts for a moment, where he before he started his story. “All right, this may sound weird, but it looks real. Well, in my mind. When I was in a coma, I dreamed about a faerie realm called Erganiv, and it has four domains— Gwiazda, Noyuh, Alsache, and the Capital City, Argia.” “All right, go on.” Ezekiel listened carefully. He jotted down all the information in a long bond paper. Even to the smallest detail, he explained everything. His younger brother looked interested, and he didn’t laugh even if he sounded crazy. Until they noticed it was past midnight after they had been finished discussing.

I thought you’d want to take a look, just in case. Thank you, Nova, I said, looking at her axolotl. We walked into the library, and she asked for a small manuscript. The man is stiff, vampire maybe? Place it in front of us. I opened it. The first page was empty, and I turned one more page; the language was ancient. Reading out loud: the shadows will rise, and the darkness answers to one only, the real queen of the forgotten souls. Uhhhmm, Nova, I think you got the wrong book. It doesn’t say anything about Rune healing.

A first edition of Meridian's Bestiary, one of only three known copies, lay in the fireplace, its charred edges still smoking faintly. I crouched beside a toppled shelf, running my thumb over the embossed title of a fallen book: On the Nature of Forgotten Gods. The sheer breadth of knowledge in this room made my chest tighten. Histories of dead civilizations. Treatises on magic even the scholars feared to practice. Accounts of creatures that should have stayed myth. And as I stood in the midst of the wreckage, breathing in the scent of ink and blood and broken things, I understood why someone would take her.

Duke was left silent for a long while, his tears rolling down his cheeks. However, he eventually held out my ring, and I didn't hesitate to take it away. That seemed to drain him off all his strength, and he dropped limply on the ground. Before we left, Alex threatened viciously, "I'm warning you—don't bother my sister ever again. We will just treat the cost spent to establish the Forest Pack as alimony… but if you stalk her again, the House of Rod will destroy you." Duke looked up, dumbfounded as he muttered, "The House of Rod… The House of the Alpha King…"

Aether’s final words echoed across the realm: “Balance is no longer vertical.” The seam in the sky widened further— And something vast shifted behind it. Not heaven. Not hell. Not even Aether. Something older than realms. Watching. Measuring. Awakening. The city fell silent. The horizon fractured into glowing lines. And somewhere, far beyond her sight— One of the new awakenings screamed. And the scream did not sound human.

Samuel says as he stops next to a round table and starts flipping through the pages while I look at the green book I grabbed without looking at it. "This is a Book of Shadows. Why would a witch book be important for my soulmate's bond with Kaya? We dont make deals with witches anymore Samuel, at least not for the last three hundred years. You taught us history, remember?" Samuel snatches the green book out of my hands and puts it on the table with the rest. "I also remember you missed a few of those classes, Master Atlas." I hate being called that and he knows it. "Just show me what you found," I say as I lean on the table trying to make sense of the open pages laid out.

“There’s a reason I came back when I did. The boundary between this world and the next is weakening. Something is slipping through, something that was never meant to return.” Elara swallowed hard. “What is it?” Kael hesitated before answering. “It calls itself The Forgotten.” The name sent an involuntary shiver through her. Vesper scowled. “That sounds like something I’d rather not meet.” Kael let out a humorless laugh. “You won’t have a choice.” Another tremor shook the tunnel, this one strong enough to crack the walls. From somewhere deep in the darkness, a whisper echoed—a sound so faint it was almost lost beneath the crumbling stone.

Rubbing his nose on hers, their breathing collided, hot and filled with intense feeling. “I’m Alaro, the king of the underworld. I am not human, Elara, I am part of the undead, and here is not my place which is why I couldn't show myself to you all this time because of the restriction between the living and the undead.” Slowly explaining to her, his eyes narrowed and he could hear her strong heart beat. He didn't know if its was fear, excitement or other emotions, but he want to tell the little human he had coincidentally encountered and fallen deeply for everything about him.

THE FINAL LIE “Prophecy was a story written to bury a mistake. That mistake just remembered its name.” The world was forgetting itself. It started with small things. A healer who couldn’t remember her daughter’s name. A wolfborn scout who woke up not knowing how to shift. A mountain that vanished from every map—but still stood in the distance. Then came the dreamers. Seers. Old women who whispered names into basins of moonwater and forgot what they had said the moment the ripples faded.