Forgotten Paradise Novels & Stories

They had initially feared scraping by under the command of a level-nine Venerable Sage, but now Adrian unexpectedly offered them a chance to own the island. "Forgotten Shore is an island about five or six kilometers in size. It’s usually deserted and not subject to the daemons' sacrificial rituals. With the southern forest behind it, it's not in the frontline defense against the daemons. If my guess is correct, the major factions won't easily abandon the large islands. Instead, the owners of the medium-sized islands will likely choose to retreat without fighting," Adrian said mockingly. The Sampsons blushed slightly. ‘Is he referring to us?’ they thought.

Because I have made my home my own not by what other Deities created. It made Miranda thought for a second. Kristina was amazing and she was a genius and deep. It just surprised her that the drive of finding the Paradise was not as powerful as it moved her "You don't want to find the Paradise?" "I have forgotten what it is, truly," Kristina said. "And, that loss of memory made me lose my interest of finding it. Paradise has lost its home meaning to me. It was too long already that I made it my home. I have a home now.

The pendant pulsed with soft heat against her chest, guiding her toward the southeast cliffs—toward a place that had been erased from every map. The Forgotten Vale. --- Ghosts in the Mist The climb was brutal. Jagged cliffs clawed at her boots, and the mist thickened the farther she went. It was said that those who ventured here never returned—not because of beasts or war, but because the land itself forgot them. But Lyra was not so easily erased. As the sun rose behind her, the cliffs opened into a hidden valley, cloaked in silence. There were no birds. No scent trails. Just the soft rustle of ancient wind against moss-covered ruins.

I miss u too. Before I forgot I asked her about the resort’s name. Me: Mom, the resort’s name is ‘over the beautiful moon.’ Familiar right?:(( Mom: Yeah, just like your name. Wanna talk to your dad? Me: Ok. . . . They called me for a video call, so I answered it right away. “Hi Mom, Dad,” I said happily “I miss you already.” Dad laughed “Are you enjoying it?” “Yes, Dad!” I said, “Dad, is it possible to know the owner of this resort?”

I could only hope this plan worked as I licked gently along the mate mark I had created once more. Marking your fated mate is meant to be emotional. Amazing. Loving. Memorable. But, sadly, this time, there was no tenderness and care in this one like there had been the first one. Aria would not even remember it, and that made my heart ache once more. Lost to the moon along with the rest of the memories we had shared. But, my memories were still in tact, and my mind filled with images of that special night… the smile upon that beautiful face of hers as she had pulled me to her… knowing she was forever mine… both so clueless of what was to come…

Jo adds. "Caspian never mentions his parents. He told me he lives beyond the other side of the forest. Remember the valley that Popsie said that caught fire when we were still babies? That's why Marmee doesn't like us to go beyond the usual trail that Popsie takes when he jogs every morning." Anna recalls. "Hmm, so there are people living there again? I thought it was a deserted place because a lot of people are scared of what happened there?” Jo ponders.

Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. _My Alien Prince Charming_ is a captivating tale of love, courage, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit.

It was only then that she realized that this man, who looked quite straightforward, had reached the level of Amethyst Palace Realm. When Handsome’s fatherentered the space crack and disappeared, Star Nelson came to her senses and looked at Caspian again. "Maybe in two months, Crape Myrtle Sect will announce the location of more than 20 Grotto-heaven Paradises." "Oh? What is he doing?" Caspian was immediately confused. The Grotto-heaven Paradise was where all the clans and sects had their foundations. This was similar to how many land deeds a large family in the secular world owned.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aurora chose to become NOTHING to find the Forgotten One! She's falling into the deepest void where even God fears to go! Will she return? Will she remember herself? Will the Forgotten One help her? Or is this the final end of Aurora Sinclair? The moment she's truly lost? Forever forgotten? Never returning?

The air felt thick, like honey gone sour. And then—the singing began. But this wasn’t the Shatterwake Choir. This was something solo. A lullaby sung in reverse. Familiar in cadence, foreign in tone. It came from the lagoon—low, slow, and impossibly close, though the water remained still. Sefina shuddered. “She’s waking.” “Who?” Maya asked. “The one who was forgotten before she was born.” --- The Cradle of Salt was not just an island—it was a prison. A tide once sealed not by weapons or gods, but by ignorance. An entire history erased from the ocean’s memory. A name that never existed.