Forgotten Hero Novels & Stories

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.

Judging by the blue mists around him, he must be the guy who saved Amelia. Hold up..MALCOM?!I am the one who disfigured him!.Oh lord…I wonder what Adam would say. “I don’t think we have much time to discuss things,just know that what you did to me, caused deleted memories to come back,and it appears that my dad is a dick,so I am on your side now;so is the rest of my army.”Should I trust him?.I mean he’s had every chance to kill me if he wanted to. “Fine,but one wrong move and I won’t hesitate,got it ?”He nods his head ,before chanting a few words and suddenly even I have the blue mist around me.I raise a brow asking him to explain about the hocus pocus shit he’s doing.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.” Still, silence. Then the lead figure lifted his head. “We’ve been watching you for a long time, child of Alpha Alexander.” I froze. “What did you just say?” “You carry his blood. His mark. His pain.” I reached for the dagger I had stolen back from Kael’s chamber. “Who are you?” “We are the Forgotten,” the second man said. “Cast from the old packs. Bound to the ravine. We know who you are, Amara Hollis.”

Sarah gasped, shocked and resolved, colliding in her eyes. John stood stunned. Callen whispered, “The reversal completes the heir becomes the keeper. The keeper becomes the heir.” Clint hissed. “No!” He lunged for Sarah. John sprang in front of her. His fist met Clint’s blow, sparks flew, the ground cracked, but the world shifted again. The Forgotten rose, not as monsters, not as pawns, they were alive, eyes filled with memory, anger and hope. They parted clearing a path toward Clint and the shattered crown.

"When enough division existed, it entered the world fully." The memories shifted again. Now I saw the war. Not between light and shadow. Between everyone and the Silence. The Hollow Guard. The ancient armies. The throne. The queen. Fighting desperately against a darkness that consumed everything it touched. Not physically. Emotionally. People forgot who they loved, forgot what they believed, forgot themselves. The realization hit me like a physical blow. The Forgotten. That's why they were called that. The queen saw understanding dawn on my face. "Yes." Pain flashed through her eyes. "They were not created."

Just as he was heaving the heavy thick wooden door closed, a pair of hands pulled it back open. There before him stood the reason for so many things. This battle. Sheiria's fatal wound. The reason that their son had been spirited away by his most trusted captain and the boy's nursemaid. Ragar was an ugly man. In both mind, heart and appearance. Unkept, wild, knotted hair. A mouth full of rotting teeth. A demeanor of cruelty and greed. The only thing about the man that resembled health was his rounded belly, suggesting a habit of over-eating and over-indulgence.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me