Romans & histoires Forgotten Paradise

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 room seemed to grow warmer, suffused with an unspoken desire that hung in the air. His lips met mine, and for a brief moment, I forgot the world outside, the dangers that lurked, and the unsettling dreams that had haunted my grandmother. In that stolen moment, there was only the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, a connection that defied reason and the boundaries of the living world.

she said gently. Nya looked down. “Then I’m glad we burned the world after I got to choose.” Ceres chuckled. “I’m glad you stayed.” “So am I.” A breeze passed through the garden. Not cold. Not hot. Just still. A Flame That Doesn’t Burn The Outskirts of the Forgotten Edge, a rewilded village near the former Umbra border The night was quiet. Not the silence of fear, or the hush before a storm. It was the silence of a world exhaling.

Sometimes of Vyreth. Once, she dreamed of herself—standing atop the Black Mountain, cloaked in silver fire, her name written in the sky in runes no longer spoken aloud. And always, the same whisper returned: > “The end is not destruction. It is remembrance.” --- On the twelfth night, they arrived. The Forgotten Star was not a city. It was a crater. Massive. Black. Lifeless. The stars above it didn’t shine—they dimmed, as though fearing what lay below.

“The guy’s a hermit, but he knows stuff. Says he’s got info on the Crescent Pack.” I shot him a skeptical look. “This better be worth my time, Jason.” “It is, Alpha,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with nerves. “He knew details about their territory—stuff no outsider should.” The drive took us beyond the pack’s lively center, past treehouses and neon lights, into dense woods. The road turned to gravel, crunching under the Impala’s tires as we neared the borderlands. A weathered cabin emerged, its sagging wood surrounded by overgrown pines, looking untouched for years.

Landfall and the Singing Shore We reached the Forgotten Isles on the fifth day. They weren’t barren or overgrown as we’d feared. They were alive. Breathing. The trees grew in double spirals, their trunks twisting together as if holding hands. The grass rang beneath our feet soft tones like chimes, each step a note. And the sea itself? It did not crash. It sang. A low, mournful sound, like the memory of a lullaby. “This place,” Seris whispered, “was meant to remain hidden.” “But it called us,” Elira said. “And I think it’s ready to be seen.”

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.

"The world is shifting. Changing. I can feel it." He studies my face, his silver eyes searching. "What do you mean?" "The Forgotten are back. But their return has unbalanced something. The threads of reality are fraying." "Threads?" I close my eyes, reaching for the sensation. "Everything is connected. Past, present, future. The Forgotten were erased, but they were still part of the pattern. Now they are back, and the pattern is adjusting." "How do we fix it?" "I do not know." The next morning, Freya arrives with troubling news.

"Before you chose to forget." The boy immediately stepped in front of Adrian. "Don't listen to him." "He twists every memory." The stranger didn't argue. Instead... he slowly removed one broken key from around his neck. "I don't need to twist memories." "I only return what people abandoned." He gently placed the key upon the sand. Instantly... the entire shore began changing. The abandoned books opened together. Blank pages filled with words. Forgotten names echoed across the beach. Faces appeared inside the drifting mist. Thousands of people.

Then, she found herself in El Paraiso, a small town with breathtaking beauty. El Paraiso was ruled by the Saldieguez, from politics to business. Her path crossed to the CEO of Nirvana Hotel and the youngest of Saldieguez named Luther. In Paradise Club, where all fantasies happened, the two of them had an agreement—to be “Strangers with Benefits”. With Eura being a brokenhearted widow and Luther as a troublesome playboy CEO, will things work between the both of them? Will the “Strangers with Benefits” contract between them work?