Buried Memories Novels & Stories

“Something Knight left behind. He said it only activates when both of your biometric signatures are present.” My pulse quickened. “So he planned for this.” “Looks like it.” I slipped the drive into my pocket. “Then it’s time I stopped running and started remembering.” Because deep down, a part of me knew Kara was right there were pieces missing in my memory. Things I’d buried. Faces I’d forgotten. And the name Rebirth pulsed through my head like a heartbeat. As I stepped outside into the cold night air, the city lights blurred in the distance, fractured like glass.

She said, "You were someone who couldn't remember my laugh." "He recalled the memory, but it was as if it was locked away, out of reach. 'I remembered it,' he explained, 'I just couldn't access it - there's a difference, you see.'" “Is there?” “Yes,” he said. “ I never forgot you. I just buried you so deep I couldn’t find you.” She looked at him across the table. “That’s not better,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “ But it’s honesty.” They walked home along the water.

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."

The sound of his bones snapping was like dry tinder. "You don't understand the geography of this world, Marcus," she whispered, leaning into his face. "You were a small man in a small life, and now you are a small sacrifice." She didn't kill him with a strike. She placed her palm over his heart and siphoned every ounce of vitality he possessed—not just his energy, but his memories, his hate, his very breath. Marcus withered in seconds, turning into a grey, desiccated husk that crumbled into ash before he even hit the floor.

“And they made me forget.” The father beneath the floor opened his eyes again, and there was unbearable sorrow in them. “I did not want you to know like this,” he said. “I hid the memory inside the first body because the root gate could not touch what was not remembered.” Aira’s stomach twisted. “So the thing in the floor is my memory.” He gave one grim, painful nod. “The part of you that saw what had to be buried.” The child inside her answered with a sharp pulse, and she felt the bond between herself and Kael flare white hot. The blackness in his eye receded another breath, and for the first time since this whole nightmare began she saw him almost whole again. He looked at her with raw, ha

Not gone, but faded—as though the world no longer remembered where he truly stood. “I saw it,” he said, voice low. “Beneath the ash. Beneath the Scar. Beneath even her.” “Imara?” Serena asked. He shook his head. “No. Something older than her. The one she tried to forget.” Silence fell around the fire. Caine leaned forward. “Are you saying Imara hid something?” “I’m saying she buried something. Deep enough that even memory couldn’t reach it. But the fire... remembers everything.” Kiva whispered, “Then why now? Why are you back now?”

The emptiness she felt was suffocating, like a heavy weight crushing her chest. As she lay there, memories she had tried to bury for so long began to resurface: memories of her mother's lifeless body, her father's twisted yet horrific face, and the feeling of helplessness that had consumed her. It all came back, like a dam had burst, and Irene felt herself being pulled under the surface. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, just let out muffled cries. All she could do was lie there, trapped in her own personal hell, as the memories continued to haunt her.

I was three months along and had planned to tell Simon during the marking ceremony, but it seemed impossible now. Three nights ago, I died with my pup. The bathroom in that old estate had long been abandoned. Water, electricity—everything was cut off. When I was locked in, the faucet valve broke and started leaking water. At first, I tried to fix it, but the liquid burned my hands and began to rot my skin. That was when I realized that it wasn't normal water. It was mixed with silver nitrate. As an Omega, I didn't have the ability to self-heal. The silver ate through me faster than I could imagine. I pounded on the door, screaming for help.

I walked in and was greeted with images and flashes that were overwhelming me, making me shake my head in panic before the place began shaking. ‘Please stop fighting me. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to get back in. All you have to do is stop resisting. Open your eyes and focus.’ my younger version spoke. The voice echoed in my head over the painful sound. I remembered why this had been familiar and why I could never remember. After the accident, I had been fighting my younger self and winning because I refused to remember. That's why I always wake up drenched in my own sweat as if I was drowning. Every time she tried to speak all I heard was the noise that blocked me from allowing the

The memories I had tried so hard to bury deep within my heart came flooding back - the feeling of being overpowered, the pain, the fear, and the helplessness. Remembering the days that followed, the darkness that had consumed me, and the depression that had threatened to destroy me. I had thought I had long buried those memories, but now they seemed to be rising up like a specter, haunting me once again. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I tried to calm myself down. But it was no use. The memories kept flooding back, each one more vivid and painful than the last. I felt like I was reliving that nightmare all over again, and I didn't know how to escape.