Forgotten Hero Novels & Stories

He shrugs, there’s not much he can do now anyway. He set off to find the lost cabin in those same woods he always wandered in. He’d never been able to find it before. The legend foretold that the most powerful creature in the world lived in that cabin. Quinn hoped to find it so he could help her. So he could get his girl back. So she remembers.

It is Alirion who monopolized this friendship and Prince Hagan blindly fell for that false notion. Haco shakes his head in regret for not seeing through the Prince’s intention to free Alirion from his banishment in the Green Haven sanctuary. He should have insisted to join Prince Hagan when he announced to their King that he will visit Alirion there. He could have prevented their Prince from committing yet another mistake.

The one who had been cast out by the other gods for trying to destroy everything. The one who was known only as… The Forgotten. And as the voice faded, the crystal cracked.

A warrior entered, bowing slightly before speaking. “We captured one of the rogues,” he said. “He’s refusing to speak. But before he passed out, he said one thing.” Eve’s heart pounded as the warrior hesitated before repeating the rogue’s chilling words: “The Forgotten will rise again. And you, Queen, are the key to our return.” Silence fell over the room. Eve swallowed hard, feeling the weight of those words settle deep into her bones. The war wasn’t just coming. It had already begun.

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

Noah nodded. Much before. A shadow appeared in the distance. Then another. Then thousands. Cassian drew his sword. Who are they? Noah whispered: The Forgotten. I frowned. Who are the Forgotten? Noah looked at me. The things that existed before existence. My blood ran cold. How many? Noah stared toward the horizon. Too many to count. The Beginning's smile disappeared. The End raised her weapon. The final war wasn't over. It had only reached its true beginning.

They turned into shapes, tall, luminous beings with eyes like burning moons and long robes. One took a step forward. He possessed crystal horns. His expression was sorrowful but compassionate. He bowed his head and whispered, "Welcome, Daughter of Flame." "Who are you?" I inquired. He answered, "We are the Forgotten." "Gods who were excommunicated for their decision to choose love over power." I looked at Killian. He looked confused, too. “You were gods?” he inquired. “Yes,” the horned one responded. “And now, we guard what was abandoned.”

“It is a relic of the Forgotten War. You remember that name, don’t you?” Even Malric fell silent. The Forgotten War was legendary. But none of them had ever seen proof. Until now. “You have one choice,” Lyra said, stepping to the center. “Stand with me—or fall when the corrupted come.” Malric spat on the ground. “And what army will you lead us with, flame girl? You think one mark makes you our Alpha?” Lyra’s lips curled into a slow smile. “No.” She turned and let out a sharp whistle.

“Oh, Aria, I am so sorry. That must have been so difficult to hear. Let me reassure you that you are surrounded by people that love and care for you, and will give you all the support you need to process this. We have been trying to monitor you a little more before we confirmed, but the fact you did not respond to Beta Rocco when you came around was concerning in itself, but we thought that it may be your body taking it’s time to come around, but with this now too, I think it is safe to say that despite our best attempts at healing you when you came into us after the rogue attack, I think there has been some degree of memory loss.” My body froze at his words. Memory loss. What was this man t

And that? That was their mistake. Because they'd forgotten something crucial: I hadn't retired because I'd gone soft. I'd retired because I'd already won every battle worth fighting. Because I'd become so good at violence that peace became my only challenge. I moved toward the front door, noting with grim satisfaction that Marcus was nowhere to be seen. Good. At least one of my people had maintained their loyalty. The security code accepted my entry without alarm – they'd wanted me to find this scene, then. Wanted me to know they could get to her anytime they chose.