Forgotten Hero นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mercer looked like a man witnessing the end of a prophecy. The fractures in reality suddenly froze. Every timeline became still. Every possibility paused. Hope gasped. Her eyes widened. And tears filled them instantly. "He's lonely." Nobody understood. Except Mercer. Because the moment she spoke— He remembered something hidden deep within the oldest ORIGIN files. A warning. One sentence buried beneath centuries of erased data. Never wake the Forgotten One. Mercer's blood ran cold. --- Inside the Void The darkness condensed. Reality bent. Stars appeared. Not ordinary stars.

“The most powerful person in any story is not the hero. It’s the one who decides what everyone remembers.” 🌑 The Forgotten World trembled. The sky continued breaking apart. Silver lightning tore through the darkness. ⚡🌌⚡ Yet nobody looked at the collapsing city. Nobody looked at the crimson eye. Nobody looked at Azrael. 💀 Every gaze was fixed on the figure standing beyond reality. The Memory Architect. 📖 The being who had just claimed responsibility for everything.

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.

The clacking of his boots echoed in the empty halls of Zephyr's fortress as he ran, sword in hand, back towards the battle. 'Why?' The scene replayed in his mind, tormenting him. It was all so surreal. 'Why did he not pull his sword? He saw me come. He could have killed me, but instead he just looked at me with those wounded eyes.' He closed his eyes in consternation, remembering the woman. 'And he pled for her life but not his own. I wonder... could there be something more to love than fleeting fancy and friendship than selfish interest... or have I killed the last of it?'

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.