Forgotten Hero Novels & Stories

The Forgotten join the kingdom. They are welcomed, embraced. They have been erased for centuries. Now they are remembered. Now they are home. But I know this is not the end. There is always something.

I’d gone back to school records, straight-A student perk, teachers loved me enough to let me poke around the office. “Ronan Vale?” The guidance counselor had frowned, flipping through files. “No record of anyone by that name. You sure, Liora?” But I was sure. I’d seen him. At hockey practice, leaning against the rink fence, laughing with a group of guys who looked just as rough around the edges. He’d had friends. A presence. People whispered about him, the expulsion, the fights, the rumors that made girls swoon and guys steer clear. So how? How did he vanish from existence? No yearbook photo. No transcripts. No one remembered.

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

When she appeared in the doorway he turned — a fraction of something that might have been relief, gone before she could see it. The Greymere pack, Riven said. Eastern border. Their Alpha found dead three hours ago — not natural causes. Succession unclear, two rival claimants already moving. What do you need? she said. Caelan looked at her with the assessment of someone determining what help was available. Can you read a territorial map? Teach me. * * * The maps were nothing like she had expected — not geography but overlapping boundaries in a colour system she did not recognise.

The Forgotten Mate 4. The Baby. Months had passed since that fateful night, and yet the memory of the mysterious man lingered within the depths of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting happiness he had brought me. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the pain of my existence persisted, unyielding in its relentless grip.

I took whiff and finally a sip of the hot drink. “He’s down. Unicorn in hand. Though, I question the unicorn itself and why his name is Fitz.” Zach walked in and sat down on the other stool. I moved the second mug toward him. “For one, it’s Fitzgerald. One of the characters in his book who happens to be a knight. Very important character in this house.” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through a folder until I found the photo I was looking for. Handing my phone to Zach, he looked at the photo and his head cocked to the side.

Do they really know each other? Liam never thought that she had forgotten about him. Eleven years ago was a really long time but it’s not enough to forget somebody who was important to you. Was he not important to her? Or she probably had amnesia? No way, she remembered her grandparents. She knew them, how come she only forgot about him? “Or maybe you really forgot about me. I’m sorry to disturb you.” He was sad and hurt. It was evident in his eyes. He went away disappointedly. It’s not like him to retreat, but it came to him as a surprise that she didn’t know him.

he pauses briefly glancing at his cup as I just sit there shocked by his complete honesty "I know what you're thinking, big bad warrior can't cope without his mummy. But it's not that.." he lets out a shaky breathe before continuing "..my little brother died a few years back, he was only a couple of days old. My mum, she never fully got past it, so every night before bed we'd have a hot chocolate and just sit. I was her shoulder to cry on when my dad had Beta duty to attend to and she became my ear to listen when anything got too much. Over the years I think we've both come to rely on our nightly hot chocolates" he finished with a sad smile before taking a sip of his drink.

Whilst the churchyard still had mourners and the odd funeral due to instructions in a will, the land was mostly left untended and the old memorials were lost in a mass of weeds and ivy. Those below were dust now, or crumbling bone. If any ancestors remained, they were long forgotten. Memories didn't bow down or perform duties. "I have gotten nowhere by hesitating," Am-Heh whispered to himself as he dragged a claw across the prominent vein in his wrist. Blood spilled from under the jagged point, cascading in droplets onto the parched ground.

Duke and I were supposed to be marked in a couple weeks, and I would have held up the end of our promise if I waited until that day. But after I took my bath, I saw Sienna post on social media: [The strongest Alpha by day, queuing up to get my favorite soup in the evening. You knew me best since we were kids, and it's great to have you in my life.] And in the corner of that photo of a bowl of mushroom soup, was a man's hand. I recognized the watch—it was a couple set, the other one which I was wearing. I remember when we bought it, too—the day after the Forest Pack was founded.