Forgotten Hero Novels & Stories

"What could possibly change anything now? I'm dead. I refused the Absolute. I stayed myself. I chose ending. What else matters?" "Your mates." The Forgotten One says gently. "Your four lovers who forgot you daily. Who chose you anyway. Who helped you refuse. They didn't just wake up this morning and find your body. They didn't just lose a stranger who claimed to love them. They remembered." My heart stops. Even dead. Even ending. It stops. "What?"

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

Skylar seemed to think of something and continued, "You once told me that there is a kind of Forgotten Water in the treasure vault of the Five Poison Sect. It can make one forget everything after drinking it. You have her drink it, and then make up a story to let her think that her mother died in Darryl's hands. Do you understand?" Skylar's eyes were filled with cunningness. After Agatha's death, the position of the leader of the Hidden Hero Sect would definitely be passed down to Veron. In this case, as long as anyone could influence Veron, it would be equivalent to controlling the entire Hidden Hero Sect. "I understand!" As a smart woman, Kendall instantly understood what Skylar meant. She

He looked like something that had once been human but had long since forgotten how to be. “You,” he rasped, staring at me. “You carry the Guardian’s mark.” I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The creature’s gaze flickered to the book. “The last Keeper of the Forgotten.” The room shuddered, as if the very walls recognized his words. Lena took a cautious step forward. “And what, exactly, were you forgotten by?” A twisted smile spread across his ruined face. “By time. By history. By those who wished to erase what I know.” His gaze fixed on me again. “You seek answers. But are you prepared to bear the weight of truth?”

“ there is only one thing that has the capabilities of wiping the memories from an Alpha.’’ There it was again. The Silence. Only that this time, The silence stretched for presumed minutes. Hercules wasn't afraid. This wasn't the first time that he was dealing with something like this. A conspiracy against his leadership. What he felt however was under boiling anger for the person who had dared violate his privacy and steal moments from him. What if things had been different with his mate? “ Alpha, what if there is more to the story?’’ Hercules looked at Martin with expectation. He had been trying over and over again to figure out where the time loop had started. He had absolutely no recolle

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…

Her silver eyes reflected the approaching tide. “What happened to them?” The Harvester answered quietly., “They forgot.” Silence followed. The explanation sounded simple. Too simple. The Harvester looked toward the darkness. “We remembered our worlds.”Its voice trembled. We remembered our families. The Forgotten Ones drew closer. “We remembered why we survived.” A pause. “They forgot everything.” The balance tightened. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “And what remained?” The Harvester’s expression darkened. “Hunger.” The answer echoed across existence.

We pulled on our complete integration and addressed the Forgotten directly, voice amplified across all seventeen thousand consciousness simultaneously. "You want to judge us for interfering with your revenge?" we said. "Fine. We plead guilty. We stopped you from rewriting reality's deepest code because your version would have just replaced one tyranny with another. But we offer alternative judgment." "What alternative?" the first Forgotten demanded, even as its fellows continued battling the wolf kingdoms and Devourers.

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!?