Forgotten Hero Novels & Stories

Could it be that even human memories sometimes deceive us? “W-what’s your name?” she asked softly. Her voice a little stutter. A feeling of anxiety after hearing Minerva's death. “I’m sorry—I don’t remember you.” “My name is Aries,” he said. “You wouldn’t remember me because you were always with my mother. I worked for your parents back then.” At the mention of her parents, Aeliana’s heart skipped.

It was about a version of me I hadn’t confronted in years—the girl I was before kingdoms, before crowns, before the man who taught me love could be both soft and unbreakable. Caelen had once been everything. And then, he was nothing. He vanished the night the soldiers came to my village, and I was left with a shattered heart and no explanation. Months passed before I realized he hadn’t been taken or killed— He had chosen to leave. And now, years later, here he was again. --- I burned the letter that night. Watched it curl and disintegrate in the hearth. But the past didn’t burn with it. Because the very next day, he arrived at the gates of the palace.

It's as if I've been erased from existence, forgotten and left behind by those who once knew me. But even though my mom was the only family I had, and she's gone now, I refuse to give up. I find a glimmer of strength within me, a flame that refuses to be extinguished. I hold on to the fragments of hope that remain, determined to fight against the darkness that threatens to consume me.

"We couldn't understand why he left after all that time to come back. I know a letter came; I saw the courier about noonday. He had his things packed by nightfall. He wouldn't say much, but I knew he had visited High Palace, and soon after, he was gone." 'He seems distressed. All these lives I've upended... I can scarcely begin to imagine them.' "I... apologize," Blackridge said, bowing himself. "That was my doing. I called him here to help me. I needed someone I knew I could rely upon." "I see," Kelvin said, trembling. "Thank you," he muttered, fists clenched and eyes filled with water. "I had hoped to see him, but they've quite erased his memory." Blackridge frowned, his heart filled with

His joy that night came from something entirely different and unrelated to them. The woman he truly loved, Sophia Hadley, had finally returned. Six years ago, James and Sophia had been deeply in love. However, Sophia had abruptly left. While chasing after her, James got into an accident and lost the ability to walk. Naomi had been his personal assistant at the time. She stayed by his side day and night. She endured his mood swings, encouraged him, and helped him through rehab. The day he stood up again, joy clouded his mind. In his drunken haze, he mistook her for Sophia and made love to her through the night.

She turned and moved down the eastern ravine, her boots finding purchase on the rocks as she disappeared into the thick, gray fog of the neutral territories. Behind her, the radio continued to scream for an Alpha who was currently bleeding out on the forest floor, entirely whole but completely destroyed.

Anna He did it. Was it ever in doubt? He had won the battle. Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less from him. But what he did was outstanding. Time and time again, he had bailed out his people from attacks. Even though that one time he wasn’t able to save the love of his life. Maybe that was his motivation to do better. The thought of seeing someone go through what he did must have driven him to this state. It was cruel to him, but he didn’t let any of that change who he was. And that was why he was Alpha.

She thought about the champagne glass tower that had fallen on her. She thought about her stolen draft. Every one of them was far worse than merely having her phone number leaked! Despite everything, she had chosen to forgive him again and again. She forgave him for his mistakes and the hurt he caused her. Who cared about her leaked phone number? Regardless, she kept all of her thoughts to herself. All she did was hold her stance that the secretary should not be fired. Somehow, Cleo could tell that she was holding herself back from saying what was on her mind.

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"

Is an answer I didn't know I had. "Forget what?" The brown-haired girl queries as we both inspect everything else but each other. "Forget that he has a sinister past. That he murdered his parents. Including a lot more people. As well as him being immortal and that he's genetically modified. Maybe that huh?" I answer finally sitting up and watching her reaction.