Forgotten Hero Novels & Stories

Lia's expression changed. "They imprisoned the Forgotten Ones." "Yes." "Why?" "Because the Guardians refused to let the Alphas use the Heart as a weapon." Liam's eyes narrowed. "So the Forgotten Ones weren't monsters." "No." Noctis looked toward them. "They were protectors." Ethan stared at the creatures. "Then why were they called the Forgotten Ones?" "Because the Alphas erased their history." Elena whispered, "They made everyone believe they were dangerous." Noctis nodded. "And for centuries, the truth disappeared."

It was then that we stumbled upon a long-forgotten chapter—one that we had buried in the depths of our memories, hoping it would never resurface. The secret involved a dark night, years ago, when our paths had intersected with a mysterious figure known only as "The Whisperer." This enigmatic individual held knowledge that could shatter the very foundation of our existence, and their intentions remained unknown. Driven by a relentless pursuit of the truth, Nathaniel and I embarked on a journey to uncover the identity of The Whisperer and the secrets they held. It led us down a treacherous path, navigating through a labyrinth of lies, betrayal, and hidden agendas.

And he let this happen to me. I started crying, the tears spilling down my cheeks Victor. My remembered the name. Victor, the leader of the G.H.C. the organization that controls the heroes. He was there too. I remember him standing over me, his eyes cold and He was the one who gave the order to wipe my memories.

In my book, that was not what a hero did. I was fighting a man who was no longer attacking. He was surrendering. In front of the world and if I kept fighting him, soon the whole world would also turn on me. If this was his plan, I would say that it was a very beautiful one. He may have accepted defeated in a way that shocked everyone but he also played a move that has constraint me to do only one thing.

But all hope wasn't lost yet. "I am not trying to sound like a kill joy but it's actually not that easy to join any club, especially the highly ranked ones, you have to have a unique ability and potential to even have a chance of being chosen. I am extending this offer to you because I sense greatness in you" Harper said while sounding like a startup marketer. "You probably don't have much members in your club that's why you're his desperate to recruit us right?" Mia said while looking at Harper suspiciously. "Alright you got me but it's a really great club and our president is a really great and kind person, he takes care of his own" Harper said still trying to convince the two naive girls.

What the hell had fun got to do with physics? Next came The Forgotten, the bitter leftovers from the Cosmos's less successful attempts at creation. They were the gods who remembered that they were actually the prototypes, the versions that got scrapped when the Cosmos decided it could do better. They preferred to stay in the corners, with old blueprints and complaining about how things were better in the "good old days" before the moon got all fancy with its phases. Blame it on the EW anyway. Their power was based on hatred and nostalgia, and they spent most of their time writing hateful notes to the Cosmos about "what could have been."

The Theron who once said that as long as he was alive, he would never let anyone hurt me. He was gone. The man standing here was a stranger, filled with nothing but disgust and prejudice for me.

“But don’t you need to rely on your horses in battle?” “Battle? The knights haven’t fought in years. The leaders are scared of their own shadows. And as for gaining our ‘rightful place’ or whatever,” Berwyn scoffed. “As if that will ever happen. No Katrall’s survived. If one did, why would they care? They abandoned us, and we abandoned them. If any existed they would be here, but they are not. We’d be better off walking out of these forests and back into society. Live real lives, and not pretend ones. Take real jobs rather than play at being pretend hero’s. We could join the army or something like that. We could help them. Then perhaps people would stop hating us because of wha

About coaches, CINs, teamwork, Squads, Hero league history, ranks of a hero and the likes. 'Master Ryan. I'm afraid it's time to recharge your body.' Greg informed him, without as much as a knock as he entered the room soundlessly. He didn't look up. 'I'm spending the night here.' Greg nodded. 'Very well.' Rita. I won't lose to anyone I promised you. And I'm going to keep it! He looked determined as he went through a book on wepons. I won't lose to Andrew! ~~~ '5998--'

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.