Forgotten Realms Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Vera is gone. I removed her from the clan." He looked down at the table. "She was selling information to clans on the border. She adjusted the treaties you negotiated. She had been planning it from the start, I think." I did not say anything. "I should have seen it," he said. "I should have seen it the first time she asked for something that did not make sense. I should have seen it when she started taking over your work. I should have seen it when you—" He stopped. "Go on." "I was wrong, so I came to ask you to come back. To Ashford. To the clan. To—" He stopped himself. "To everything that was yours."

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.

Diana said in sympathy. "What do you mean?" Darius asked as his heartbeat suddenly raised. "She had major anxiety problems like screaming in sleep while having nightmares. The nightmares were so deep for her that it would sometimes make her lose her consciousness. Among all these her brain formed a defence for her, a rare kind of case for me." She said with a small frown. "I think we know about what you are going to say already." Noah said and Darius nodded at her, making her confused. "Are you talking about how she forgets anything that she doesn't like after coming back to consciousness and making up a whole new story which never actually happened in the first place?" Darius asked and her

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

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

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

“There’s a reason I came back when I did. The boundary between this world and the next is weakening. Something is slipping through, something that was never meant to return.” Elara swallowed hard. “What is it?” Kael hesitated before answering. “It calls itself The Forgotten.” The name sent an involuntary shiver through her. Vesper scowled. “That sounds like something I’d rather not meet.” Kael let out a humorless laugh. “You won’t have a choice.” Another tremor shook the tunnel, this one strong enough to crack the walls. From somewhere deep in the darkness, a whisper echoed—a sound so faint it was almost lost beneath the crumbling stone.

Sarah gasped, shocked and resolved, colliding in her eyes. John stood stunned. Callen whispered, “The reversal completes the heir becomes the keeper. The keeper becomes the heir.” Clint hissed. “No!” He lunged for Sarah. John sprang in front of her. His fist met Clint’s blow, sparks flew, the ground cracked, but the world shifted again. The Forgotten rose, not as monsters, not as pawns, they were alive, eyes filled with memory, anger and hope. They parted clearing a path toward Clint and the shattered crown.

The awe and burning desires that smouldered like the very sands he had once walked upon. "I'd love to say I'm being an arse and imagining things," he sighed, carefully twisting the paper and tying it to the birds' leg, resting a hand near its wing as it threatened to take off before secured. "But my imagination was never that good, I tried to go by logic. The only stories I used to tell were conjured by my amulet, and they were pretty daft. Child's play, you know?" He chuckled softly, a smile smoothing his lips. "It wasn't about Egypt either, my friends and I used to imagine it was the lost jewel of Mogan LeFey and we were the brave knights sent to retrieve it." The smile widened. "Without t