Forgotten Paradise Novels & Stories

But tonight, Roby was warming it again—this time with Larisa, his first love. He seemed to forget that in the ICU, Natasya was still fighting to come back to life. Roby had completely forgotten. “Please, Roby… I’m yours forever. Only yours,” Larisa whispered, her voice soft yet intense. Roby and Larisa spent the night lost in a storm of passion, surrendering completely to the desire that had been restrained for so long.

"It was a general idea that if someone died in Dreamland, you would become a Forgotten if all the people around you forget about you. That's what happened to her. Ten years ago, you forgot about your woman. As well as her family. No one remembered her. Her soul wandered aimlessly at Dreamland." Zachary was taken aback by the flood of information. His knees nearly gave out. Terah was once a Forgotten. Even the god of death will find it challenging to free her soul from that place. He did not know how Death could pull some strings and bring the woman out of that place. In addition to that, Death gave her a new body. Zachary was undecided whether to thank the man or punch him for making Terah a

Just two tired men, sitting across from one another, haunted by the same enemy. Valerian began, “There’s a rumor—a shadow moving across the eastern waters. A pirate ship, but not one any port recognizes. I asked around, used my spies.” He leaned forward. “They’re clever. They left no tracks. But the direction they headed is unmistakable. East. Toward the Forgotten Isles.” Alexandro frowned. “That place hasn’t been navigated in decades.” “Which is why it makes sense,” Valerian said. “No Alpha patrols that water. No human settlements. No threat of being chased. And if it’s who I think it is, the isolation is perfect for him.”

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

Felipe gazed toward the direction of the Paradise Secret Realm and lamented, "The Paradise Secret Realm is coming to a close. We'd have to wait another six years if we don't succeed this time around." "We're out! We're finally out!" At that moment, those who had entered the Paradise Secret Realm were forcefully ejected and found themselves back outside.

“What are they?” Elara stepped forward. “The Forgotten.” Her voice barely carried, yet it reached every ear. “They are what remains when power becomes memory. When gods fall, and their echoes find shelter in the bones of the world.” The first creature raised its head. Still faceless, yet its focus was unmistakable — centered on Elara. A voice — not spoken, but planted inside their minds like an old seed awakening — pulsed through them. “We remember you, Daughter of Ash. We remember the pact broken. The blood unspilled. Why have you called us again?”

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

His joy that night came from something entirely different and unrelated to them. The woman he truly loved, Sophia Hadley, had finally returned. Six years ago, James and Sophia had been deeply in love. However, Sophia had abruptly left. While chasing after her, James got into an accident and lost the ability to walk. Naomi had been his personal assistant at the time. She stayed by his side day and night. She endured his mood swings, encouraged him, and helped him through rehab. The day he stood up again, joy clouded his mind. In his drunken haze, he mistook her for Sophia and made love to her through the night.

Then raised one crystal hand. A beam of blue light shot into the sky. The clouds parted. And suddenly— a map appeared. Floating above the kingdom. An ocean map. Huge. Ancient. Then one location began glowing. Far beyond the sea. Far beyond anything they knew. Then the King whispered: "The Forgotten Kingdom." Silence. Then: "The place where the gates were born." Everyone stared. Then Henry's face turned pale. Immediately. Then: "No." The King looked at him. Then: "You remember."

The thick, gray fog of the neutral territories swallowed Evelyn whole. The sounds of the Silvercrest estate—the desperate crackle of the radio, the distant thud of heavy artillery, and the agonized, muffled sobs of the Alpha she left kneeling in the dirt—faded into a dull, rhythmic static. The air here smelled different. It lacked the sharp, territorial ozone of pack land, replaced instead by the damp, unbothered scent of wild ferns and rotting timber.