Erased Anime Novels & Stories

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

“The other child.” “What happened?” Sarah looked toward the photograph. “The universe couldn't decide which one of you should exist.” Emily stared. “So it created both?” “No.” Sarah shook her head. “It erased one.” Emily's heart stopped. “Who?” Sarah looked at her. “You.” Emily stepped backward. “What?” “You were supposed to be the one erased.” The room went silent. Emily couldn't breathe. “But I'm here.” “Yes.” “Then what happened?” Sarah's eyes filled with tears. “Someone refused.”

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

She only left in satisfaction after my blood soaked through the dark fabric. She was right. Jake would not believe me. However, it no longer mattered. The countdown in my mind had already reached zero. The moment the door closed, my consciousness began to fade. Memories of our past love flashed before my eyes. They were beautiful, warm, and once real. In the end, they shattered like glass, dissolving into nothingness. I let out a broken laugh as my arm went limp and fell. Jake, in my next life, and the one after that, I never want to meet you again…

Anji commanded, his hand slamming into the main diagnostic dial on the table, not moving it, but forcing the neural impulse into the machine. His partners screamed in a long, discordant chorus of total cognitive erasure. Sarah’s body went limp, pinned against the metal cabinet as her entire mind vanished into the network signal. Randy followed, falling silent as his heartbeat matched the irregular tempo of the global intranet. Anji didn't feel triumph. He didn't feel power. He felt the heavy, devastating exhaustion of someone who had traded their shadow for the sun. The room grew still, save for the hum of the cooling racks finally turning off as the network purge reached 100%.

Victor looked horrified. “Nathan.” He called. Nathan ignored him. “She tried exposing everyone.” He continued. Amara felt her heartbeat increase. Thump. Thump. Thump. Nathan continued. “They couldn’t kill her.” Silence crashed. “So they erased her.” Everything stopped. No. No no no. Adrian stared. “Erased?” Nathan slowly nodded. “They removed her identity.” Amara felt sick. No. How could someone erase a person? Then Adrian’s mother looked directly into the camera again.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

But something’s wrong. Very wrong. Her posture— too perfect. Her movements— too precise. Her expression— empty. No fear. No hesitation. No— her. “What did they do to her…” I murmur. No one answers. Because they don’t know. But I do. Or at least— I understand enough. “They didn’t just take her.” My voice drops. Dangerous. “They erased her.” The room goes quiet. Heavy. Tense. Because everyone hears it. Everyone understands what that means.

On the day of the war between the werewolf packs, Blake took me away while I was gravely injured. He had fallen in love with me at first sight, while I had been devoted to my work as a healer and had never paid him much attention. He found a witch to erase my memories with magic, then marked me as his. With all the tenderness in the world, he told me, “Erica, I’ll be faithful to you for the rest of my life.” So I cut myself off from the outside world and stayed in a remote southern pack, devoting myself to being his Luna. For six years, we stood by each other through everything, and nearly everyone knew how deeply he loved me. Until one day, another she-wolf appeared at his side. He forgot h

After my fiancée, Morgan Sweeney, ran away from our wedding with her first love, Leonardo Bloom, I failed my mission, and the system erased every memory I had of her. Morgan, however, believed it was just another attempt to get her attention. Hence, she accepted Leonardo's proposal, posted their engagement photos on social media, and announced their honeymoon plans. She was certain I'd eventually kneel at her feet, admit I was wrong, and beg her to love me again. What she didn't know was that I would never be able to love her again. The day I announced my own marriage, Morgan finally panicked. She rushed to my wedding in tears and begged me not to leave her behind.