Forgotten Paradise Novels & Stories

And I watched it happen. The entire island—the resort, the woods, the nightmare—vanished in a rolling fireball. For one glorious second, there was nothing but churning water and falling debris. A clean slate. My breath caught. Then, the world stitched itself back together. It was silent. Insidious. One moment, ruin. The next, the pristine, mocking silhouette of Paradise Island was back, palm trees swaying gently against a smoke-stained sky. Lights twinkled from the main building. I could even see the distant figures of staff moving along the paths, utterly unperturbed.

William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

A disturbance. The Forgotten was still there. And he was not alone. He closed his eyes and looked into the crystal. He saw the Forgotten, trapped in the center, but around him, he saw other figures—figures he had never seen before. Other gods, cast out by the old ones. Other powers, hidden away for centuries. And they were waking up. The Forgotten looked up at him and smiled. You think you’ve won? he said, his voice echoing in his mind. You’ve just awakened an army. An army that will destroy everything you’ve built. And when they break free… There will be no one to stop them.

The one she remembers. The Heartmirror ignited. Flames twisted, bursting white-hot. The divine lights flickered. He was gone. But not truly. A part of him remained. Still watching. --- I stared into the broken pool. The thread still pulsed. But something else stirred beneath it. Not just him. Not just her. Something darker. Deeper. Far below Solara, beneath the divine city— The Temple of Forgotten Thrones groaned open. A place where nameless gods were sealed. Where curses were locked away behind divine fire.

The white house, the wooden deck, the beach, the ashes of the bonfire, and the endless sea. She didn’t say anything out loud, but she made a silent vow: I will return. And she was certain that the island, in some mysterious way, had heard her. Paradise was not a place you abandoned. It was a state of being you carried with you forever—a promise engraved on the soul that true love, in all its forms, always finds its way back home.

For the first time… He finally understood its true meaning. The gate between worlds shall remember its path. He closed his eyes. "...She crossed it." Far beyond time… Beyond history… Beyond everything she had ever known… Maritza felt herself falling toward another age. An age where a forgotten king had waited three thousand years… For her. —-----------------------------------------

The music was too loud for them to talk normally. Coral nodded her eyes on her phone screen. A minute she showed Chloe what she was doing till now with a smile. Chloe scrutinized the content, not having any sort of idea what it was shown. “What the heck is Paradise of Pleasure?” “It's a place where people go to enjoy themselves,” Coral explained in an amusing tone but Chloe didn't like it at all. She grabbed Coral's phone from her hold and went through the information about that place. The more she read, the more baffled she was. She scoffed reading the description of the place. She zeroed her gaze at the green sign and the words that said ‘BOOKED’ at the end of the page. She blinked, making

The sense of being watched intensified. By late afternoon, they reached the first marker. It was a stone, ancient and weathered, carved with symbols that made Elara’s skin prickle with recognition. The same symbols from the ravine, from the tower, from her visions. Maren stopped before it, her expression reverent. “The boundary stone. Beyond this point, we enter the Forgotten Lands.” “What makes them forgotten?” Dane asked. “The packs who lived here,” Maren replied. “They were erased from history deliberately. Their names were removed from the records. Their territories were declared forbidden.”