Forgotten Paradise Novels & Stories

Or why he was out in that storm all alone. Iris takes her nightly bath with rose petals and crystals by candlelight. It’s the only way she relaxes. Casting that spell all those months ago still came with side effects even after all this time. She tries to remember why she did it but something stops her every time. She remembers the emotions she felt but only when they come to her in her night terrors. It makes her afraid to remember everything that happened. Deep in thought she sinks lower and lower into the water until she slips under. All Iris could remember was the feeling of the warm water overtaking her like a blissful dream into nothingness.

We sat in silence, finishing our drinks as I closed the laptop. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes. Stacy was right about one thing. After looking at these, even if I never got my memories back, this fundamentally changed me. The path going forward for my life was now altered. I could never go back. Not after seeing these. Knowing what I had and what I lost, I never wanted to love again. Everything would pale. Even Adrian was struggling with the concept of it.

Where the sun rises, the soul sets, forever and for a day. When Isaac touched the book, left open by Am-Heh, the words flowed back, a droll intone of a dispassionate holy man. Ishaq had heard them spoken in his days of education, preferring the voice of his parents who breathed life into them. The valley to paradise was hard but if that was what lay beyond then every step was worth it. And they would live together again, until...? No one knew. That mystery had both thrilled and terrified him.

Chapter 4: The Forgotten Prophecy Emerging from the Shadow Realm, Elara and Aric found themselves standing on the edge of a vast expanse, where the forest gave way to rolling plains dotted with ancient ruins. "This is the Forgotten Plains," Aric explained, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Once, it was a land of great beauty and prosperity. But now, it lies in ruin, a testament to the folly of those who sought to wield powers beyond their understanding." As they explored the desolate landscape, they came upon crumbling statues and weathered tablets, each one bearing cryptic symbols and faded inscriptions. Elara felt a stirring of recognition deep within her soul, as if the stones themselves wer

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

“Lord Kenny Bred had imprisoned Debra and the Carter family in the New World prison. If Darryl had wanted to save them, he would have done so a long time ago. He must not have wanted to do that. So, Master, you don’t have to be afraid of him. Debra is strong; she might be useful to us for the growth of the Forgotten Valley. She could be of great help to us.” Woo! Venus sighed in relief when she heard that. She said, “You mean that you want her to drink the Forgotten Water?” The Forgotten Water was the spring water found deep in the Forgotten Valley. One would forget their memories if they were to drink the water, whether they were cultivators or ordinary humans. It was incredibly magical. Th

How difficult it is to leave this world full of love and suffering! Fifth day. Paradise On this day, Archimandrite Vitaly gave instructions to the Memorable. Archimandrite Vitaly ordered Memorable to go to the store to buy some household tools. Archimandrite Vitaly decided to replace the old hammer and broken saw to continue the reconstruction of the monastery. Memorable agreed to fulfill the order of Archimandrite Vitaly and went to the store. On the way to the store Memorable did not forget to take with him the dark glasses to see the black spots in the sun again. The sun greeted Memorable, and birches sheltered him from the scorching rays. The path had long been beaten by pedestrians. Mem

The president smiled widely for his men, in his head, he was taking an inventory check for the most suitable option the ship had to offer. 'I will paint the witch's body into unbecomingness tonight.' **** Paradise was an island that constantly enjoyed the sun, even when it was winter, there were many days when the sky wore a very clear blue. It was still a very green place to live in even with the absence of rain, the nymphs of earth and water were more than enough for the prosperity of the plants and animals, but this was not the case today. Dark clouds covered the island from all directions, the women in the village closed their doors and stayed inside while the nymphs shed tears that refl

What the pack hadn't known was that James might not be coming back. His first goal was to get her memories back. A feat he thought wasn't too impossible, given they had done it once before. If he could get her memories back, the first thing he needed to know was what kept causing the memory loss. Twice now, even on the eve of a wedding, she had forgotten him. Twice now, her memories had been wiped. That wasn't a coincidence. Something was consistently keeping them apart. And he needed to know what. Then he could safely take her back to the Moirai.

Upon learning that I had changed my name, he did a little digging and found out the truth about college. Someone blew the whistle on Tanner. The school expelled him. The administration hoped to bring me back, but once they heard that I had ended my life, the matter was dropped. Wandering in the big city with no purpose in life, Tanner spiraled hard into gambling. By the time I drifted back to Jean’s side, she was having poker night with her girls, chatting between hands. The conversations among the village women often revolved around three topics. Husbands, children, and the land were the only things they knew.