Best Forgotten Realms Novels Novels & Stories

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

It was as though the universe had conspired to grant me this brief respite, a stolen pocket of tranquility amidst the relentless torrent. In these rare interludes, when the world seemed to hold its breath, the mantle of guild mastery, with all its veiled authority and weighty responsibility, felt like a distant relic, a sepia-toned memory from a bygone era. The echoes of whispered secrets and covert missions, the threads of influence woven through the kingdom's tapestry, all faded to mere whispers in the face of this overwhelming spectacle.

Based on his idle status in the game, he has been at the Tavern all weekend. “Well, why don’t we accompany you? We were going to head there anyway.” Vlad smiled and I found myself sighing as I nodded my head. I suppose it wouldn’t be a terrible thing because there were monsters between us and the Tavern. We were currently surrounded by a ruined forest. This level was known for more of an older style setting, just like something that would have been around in the medieval era. Since I no longer needed to be in the guild, I dissolved my guild status before we started toward where the Tavern was meant to be. Although I was no longer in the guild, we worked together to get through the different

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

He had been haunted by memories and dreams, and now, a living, breathing reminder of the past had entered his life. The seer continued, "You have been blessed with the chance to right the wrongs of the past, Alpha Liam. Embrace this child, and you may find the answers you seek." Leah, growing impatient, lashed out at the seer. "Enough of this nonsense! We have a wedding to prepare for, and you're wasting time on these delusions." Liam, however, was resolute. He had been haunted by Bloom's absence and the memories he couldn't quite grasp. Now, he had a tangible connection to the past, a child who held the key to unlocking the secrets he had buried deep within his heart.

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It was exactly what happened in the last two hundred and thirty realms they colonised and inevitably destroyed their sun. Freya shut the book and gaped, her mind whirring. This was insane! Other realms? She had never heard of such outside of folklore. If this book was to be believed, their world was in danger. King Ardelan the power hungry son of a bitch didn’t know did he?

“And what do I do?” “You were studying art history before… Before your brother sent you away to Switzerland last year. After he suspected someone had caught us together.” Switzerland. More empty rooms in the mansion of my memory. My head throbs harder as I struggle to force recollection. “Stop pushing,” Elio urges me. “Moretti warned it would only make things worse. Memories might return naturally, or…” “Or never,” I finish for him. His hand finally touches mine, and the contact feels unexpectedly warm and familiar. “I’m here either way.”

I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist. Plan of Restoration. The words look bold on the page. Below, I start outlining everything I’ve learned about the kingdom—its flaws, its broken systems, and its starving people. I take notes on trade routes, former allies, and the corrupt lords bowing to Lunice for gold. When I’m finished, I draw maps. I sketch the palace layout, every tunnel, every secret passage I’ve discovered over lifetimes. This is how I’ll return. Not as a runaway prince.

Noah nodded. Much before. A shadow appeared in the distance. Then another. Then thousands. Cassian drew his sword. Who are they? Noah whispered: The Forgotten. I frowned. Who are the Forgotten? Noah looked at me. The things that existed before existence. My blood ran cold. How many? Noah stared toward the horizon. Too many to count. The Beginning's smile disappeared. The End raised her weapon. The final war wasn't over. It had only reached its true beginning.