Forgotten Hero Novels & Stories

Andrius’ heart bled. On the platform, Registus asked coldly, “Do you recognize them?” “Yes.” Andrius clenched his fist tightly, his eyes filled with a look of nostalgia. “Brogan Pratt, the victorious general of the Lycantroops. “He fought on the battlefield all his life and never lost a single battle. He infiltrated the enemy’s headquarters seven times, killing their commanders each time, and was known as the Hercules of the Lycantroops. “He was always at the frontlines, a true hero of the Lycantroops. He earned first-class merits eight times and special-class merits twice, yet he always attributed his accomplishments to others.

Why can’t I give Lyra the same respect when I’m alone with her in my mind? Hero skips the memory of the job that he had to complete after leaving the resort. He never did find those tasks significant. It’s just an extension of his military background and training. Besides, he needed the chance to exercise, along with keeping his fighting and sleuthing skills sharp and effective. That's it, that's all. The huge payments don't even matter. His mind goes back to the present. Where the hell is she? It’s already 10:05. She’s never this late, ever…

Henry let out a humourless laugh after hearing his question. "Oh, my bad. I totally forgot that I am dead for you and you are seeing me after so long, so you must be having a hard time recognising me, right, Ardy?" Henry said with a smirk and Richard's eyes widened when he heard him. Ardy… Only one person used to call him by that nickname. No! It's not possible! It's not possible! He can't be alive! He died that day too! How can it be him!?

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

She tapped the pen against her chin. “What was her name again?” My stomach tightened instantly. “Athena,” Dexter answered. My entire body froze. I slowly looked at him. He remembered. Dexter still remembered my name. Here I was thinking I had become another forgotten face from his past. “That’s her!” Mrs Cherry snapped her fingers. “Athena.” She smiled. “She was your friend, right?” she asked Dexter. “No, she wasn’t.” his expression was unreadable “Just a weird girl that invited me here.”

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.

he added. Eraj asked to kill a woman who bore the mark of the Forgotten. The dreambenders should eliminate all of them. If they stay, they will become evil spirits who will kill the dreambenders eventually. They can visit their dreams and kill them. That's how dangerous Forgotten was. In short, the Forgotten were their greatest enemy. Chet sighed while looking at the lamp. Eraj did not even look at his wounds. Ten years ago, his father was the sweetest person he ever knows. However, when he heard the prophesy that someone will kill him, he was constantly on edge.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

After everything it had lost. After its universe had died. After everyone it knew had vanished. Reality had moved on. The Forgotten had not. The realization hurt. Because she recognized that pain. The same loneliness that had shaped the Silences. The same loneliness that had haunted the Void. The same loneliness that lived in every corner of existence. The Forgotten raised one massive hand. The Witness remained smiling. Trusting. Hopeful. The giant trembled. As if struggling against itself. As if caught between rage and grief.

Is the answer in my forgotten memories? "I saw the way he looked at you, Soph. Trust me, he will come back for you" I believed her. He'd promised to come back and I would wait for him. But when the second year went by without a word from him, I started to wonder. Had he forgotten about me? Was he punishing me for refusing to remember him? Or was he waiting somewhere, hoping I would go to him? It occurred to me that the answers I was looking for weren't in Bittercrest. Our past was in Arctic Warriors. If there was a possibility of remembering even one thing about him, I would have to go there. So I packed my bags and again, asked Nova for help. He was the Alpha now and just like he'd done two