Fates Entwined Her Stolen Memories Novels & Stories

The pendant shattering in her grip, light erupting from her own fury, her own reclaimed power. Each memory was a thread. Pull one, and what else unraveled? What version of herself would remain with seventeen hundred days excised? Would she still know how to code? Would she still remember why she'd left Thornfield? Would she still recognize the woman in the mirror? Aiden's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, cold and absolute as winter stone. "We don't trade pieces of ourselves. Not for anything. Not even freedom."

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

I found a reason to live my lonely life, and so I couldn’t bear to her go. When we arrived at the mansion, I laid her down on the bed, she keeps on squirming and panting heavily with her forehead dripping with sweat. Her memories with Alexander are in the process of slowly disappearing, and by the looks of it, she's trying to cling onto it making things harder for herself. No matter how much she fights for their memory to remain, the memories will still disappear, and if ever the mate bond goes back to its real owner the memories she had with me will all disappear and the memories Alexander and she had will come back, that is the consequences of stealing the mate bond, so I must make sure fo

he offers, the lightness back in his voice, though something more complicated lingers in his eyes. I accept gratefully, and we sprint back along the bank, our rhythm finding itself again. But something has shifted, a truth acknowledged that we will both pretend to forget in the days that follow. We never speak of that moment again. We continue our games, our races, and our easy friendship. But sometimes I catch him watching me when he thinks I am not looking. And sometimes, in the darkest nights when Miles feels more like a memory than a promise, I wonder what might have been if I had met Yuri first, if there had been no necklace around my neck or no vow to keep.

she finally spoke when I thought she was not going to. "Remember what? I've been here watching from the start," I pointed out. "Not now, you need to remember how it happened a thousand years ago," she said. "What?" I breathed. "Are you saying that I was there?" "You both were. All three of you are entwined by fate," she breathed. "And you must remember. Only then can you understand the way forward," she concluded. I was beyond confused and bewildered. "How do I remember?" I asked after swallowing hard.

But as he gets out and his scent hits me, Ailm leaps forward with a snarl. I fall to my knees, overwhelmed as a powerful wave of possession crashes over us. “MINE!” Ailm roars as the bond locks into place. Caden’s face drops. I cry out in agony trying to hold her back. “Caden, get over here!” Mum shouts, landing beside me. She grabs my face, trying to anchor me. “Ailm, how many birthdays did you have before you came here?” Before I can answer, I’m dragged inward—thrown into memory.

“I am not born, yet I shape destinies. I hold the past, yet show the future. All seek me, but I belong to no one. What am I?” A riddle. Of course. My pulse quickened. My lips trembled as I whispered the words, repeating the riddle again and again. I closed my eyes. Think, Emily. Not born. Shapes destinies. Holds the past. Shows the future… Memories flooded my mind Aunty May’s visions. Lena’s twisted prophecy. My own forgotten past, the whispers of the moon, the presence of Maledicta, the voice of the phoenix, and the lingering gaze of the Forgotten King.

I let out softly. She rubbed her temples as if trying to remember more. “There was also that guy… the one I saw before I fainted. I feel like I know him. It’s quite strange, I feel something deep inside when I think of him. Like we share something strong. But when I try to remember, it hurts.” Her breathing grew heavier, and I could see the frustration in her eyes. “Shh…” I whispered, pulling her into my arms gently. “Don’t force it, my child. Don’t push yourself too hard. It will all come back when the time is right.”

"I am glad that you made it here to see these abomination get what they deserve. You did the right thing by stopping them before they could gain more power." Riviera had no clue what she did to stop the wolf. "Yes, a spell was cast to erase that memory. I think it is time that part of your life isn't suppressed anymore." There is hissing as the other two Fates disagree. "It is her legacy, and she is almost eighteen. I think it's best for her to remember. We all know that history has a way to replay itself." After seeing the wolf's head getting chopped off, the Fate that was speaking waves a hand and Riviera wakes up.

As if it was yesterday when she was still dancing around the long hallway of the palace as he holds her hand. Her feet lead her to a place she was all familiar with. She looked up at the doors in front of her as she smile bitterly. Pushing the large double doors the ripples of water and the cold air from the room welcomes her. Her feet stepped on the damp marble floor as she look at the pristine statues around the place till her eyes were fixed on the statue in the middle of the room. She held the locket closer to her heart as she looks around the place with fond memories. “This is where everything had begun. Colfre… Colum… No matter who you are I will always remember how our fates started t