Forgotten Realms Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I slid the silver bracelet from my wrist—the one that symbolized our arranged bond—and held it out. “I am not less than anyone,” I said clearly. “If Caleb rejects me, another Alpha will claim me.” The tokens of our betrothal were exchanged. And just like that—after more than ten years—the bond was severed. Exactly as Caleb had always wanted. He pushed himself up, bruises stark across his shoulders. For the first time, his eyes flickered with something unreadable. He hadn’t expected me to walk away. Not without begging. Not without tears. “Quinn,” his voice was low, almost dangerous, “you really think you won’t come crawling back?”

my voice cracked on the word—“my flesh and blood was right here?” “Liam—” her voice had gotten very soft, like she was trying to plead for her life or maybe it was actually a life plead “You lied. You erased me. From his life… from yours… How dare you?” She stepped back. Her hands trembled, but her eyes flashed fire. “How dare I? You left me. You forgot me. You—you—” her voice broke, “—you made me disappear like I was nothing.” “You think I wanted that?” I roared. “You think I planned to forget the only woman I’ve ever—”

Lena whispered, “You did it.” “No,” Aria said. “We did.” --- In the darkness beyond the circle, unseen by any but the wind, a figure watched. Cloaked in black fur, eyes gleaming like pale stars. He turned to the shadows beside him. “They’ve awakened the First Memory,” he said. Another figure emerged—a woman with silver eyes and a necklace of bone. “Then the Forgotten will rise,” she whispered. “And the Moon will weep blood again.” The cloaked man smiled faintly. “Let them think they’ve won.”

The delusional plan was that he was going to fake a marriage to terminate whatever scandalous ideas Cecil had about him. After that, he could rightfully adopt her as his daughter and keep her by his side. He thought that as long as they could properly establish themselves as a family, they would never be separated. He thought about the future so much that he blinded himself from the present. He forgot to factor in Cecil’s stubborn, often uncontrollable character. Because of the drastic circumstances surrounding her childhood, she had grown to be far tougher than the average person. This was why she refused to give up even when Cleo first rejected her advances.

It wasn’t a scream of rage it was *hunger. “They were waiting,” the Architect said. “The Veil kept them out. When I shattered it, I didn’t realize…” Aria stepped back. “What *are* they?” He turned to face her, eyes dark. “The Forgotten. The gods we left behind when we made this world. They fed on what we buried every pain you refused to heal, every betrayal too bitter to speak of. They’ve grown fat on your repressed memories. And now… they want in.” Aria’s breath caught.

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.

Little did we know that the path ahead would lead us to the heart of a forgotten realm, where ancient forces and hidden truths awaited, and where the ultimate test of our strength, unity, and determination lay in wait. As we embarked on this new phase of our journey, uncertainty mingled with hope in the depths of our souls. The echoes of our fallen allies spurred us on, their sacrifice fueling our determination to overcome any obstacle that dared to stand in our way. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as we traversed through realms forgotten by time. Each step brought us closer to the heart of the forgotten realm, where ancient forces converged and awaited our arrival. The air cra

“I’m so sorry my love. I didn’t want you to see him. I didn’t want him to leave a mark on you. This is on me, and I’ll spend my life making it up to you.” The man leaned down and kissed her before disappearing. With him went the scene before us and I was instead taken back to the scene I’d seen in the vision from before – the blue fire, the broken walls, the dead Lycan bodies, the vivid stench of vinegar, the hushed whispers. The icy look in the woman’s eyes. I looked around since it was suddenly much colder. We were in the Forgotten Lands, and the castle was on fire, burning from blue fire. I looked for the source of the whispers, until I realized I couldn’t find it.

“We’re flying towards far north where our hideout is.” “Hideout?” Arth paused as the word brought back his memories of being in the Forgotten Winter guild. He had worked in their hideout as a cook, wood harvester, cleaner, and, of course, a warrior assassin. The memory suddenly led to Alice. Arth frowned as the old pain poked his chest and tightened it, making him more emotional. A year had passed without Alice, and Arth had yet been fully healed from his painful memory of seeing Alice get pierced by that damn spear. It was gruesome.

Each shifting shadow of a flickering lamp was at the peak of his mind and the the faintest howl of a windy draft was enough to put his heart on edge. He glanced over at Dorcus with his nerves shot and his heart beating rapidly, and he hoped she wouldn't notice his distress. These were not the sort of tasks which he enjoyed, and much less with a partner, someone whose life was in his hand and whose care was entrusted to his own watchfulness. Still, he loved her, and he was thankful to have her with him, even in the dark depths of the mighty fortress where they strode. The door which was left open led into a large room, spacious and plain with stone-cut floors and finished walls without patric