Novel & Cerita Forgotten Realms Fanfiction

I come hard enough to see stars, her name a broken growl on my lips as I spill all over my hand and unto the floor. For exactly thirty seconds, the world makes sense again. Then reality crashes back like a freight train. She's here, but she's not really here. Not yet. She looks at me like I'm a stranger, when I used to be her everything. And I still have to face the pack meeting in an hour, pretending I have everything under control when her whispered words are echoing in my head Aeliana POV

From the doorway, Ember’s voice answered low, “They’re quiet because they feel it too.” The war room had become a place of constant tension. Link stood over the stone table, palms flat, while Ember, Micah, and four regional Alphas argued over lines on the map. “No,” one of them snapped. “This isn’t Umbra. This is older.” “We all know the stories,” Ember said coldly. “But if it’s what we fear—if the Forgotten Fang is real—we’re not just dealing with war. We’re dealing with corruption. This thing doesn't fight in battles. It hollows you out from the inside.”

The chamber pulsed once—then silence fell. When it cleared, she stood. Her eyes locked with mine, fierce and blazing. “I remember,” she whispered. “What do you see?” “Where he is.” She turned toward the shadows. “My father is in the Hollow Vale.” Every Forgotten in the chamber stilled. “That place doesn’t exist anymore,” one of them whispered. “It was destroyed in the first culling.” “It wasn’t destroyed,” Amara said. “It was buried. Hidden from everyone who wasn’t born of his line.”

“Which is why I’m your mate. Now let’s see how much fun we can have while we get down to business creating the foundations for history.” “I guess it should be interesting to see how this will turn out. Though, only time will tell on that.” Raven shifted up onto her tiptoes and kissed her mate as her fingers buried in his hair at the back of his head. FIFTEEN YEARS LATER The Dream Realm is a work in progress and will always be. It’s an ever changing and shifting in one place or another. There’s always something hidden or popping up in some long-forgotten corner. Or was that place there yesterday? Yes, life would never be quiet for anyone.

The air around them was thick with an oppressive sense of foreboding, and the whispers of forgotten memories grew louder, more insistent. The world of Nyxterra seemed to pulse with a life of its own, its darkened streets and desolate landscapes alive with a haunting energy. Lyra felt a growing unease as if the very essence of the realm was reacting to her presence. Her dreams were filled with disjointed images—snippets of her past, memories she had long buried or forgotten.

Marcellus’s POV Suddenly, I am awakened by a gentle tap on my shoulder and a soft whimper. As I slowly open my tired eyes, I am met with the intense gaze of our loyal companion, who seems to be communicating a sense of urgency through her body language. She takes a step back and settles on the floor, her eyes darting between me and the closed door. It suddenly dawns on me that in my exhaustion, I had forgotten to leave the door open for her, in case she needed to go outside.

Like he did not want me to hear it but he forced himself to give me an answer. More tears fell from my eyes when I heard his words. Lung cancer... I stopped studying because she was sick before. That is why I ended up being a maid at Fronacios' mansion. After that, I could not remember anything. That is all I could remember clearly. I did not realize that I fell asleep in Ravaniel's arms. I was already in my room when I woke up the next day. When memories poured in my mind, I closed my eyes. "Nathrelya..."

Alta asked, she is not crying anymore. I went to her “Can I tell you something?” I said, she nodded. “I have done something wrong, I don't know if she can forgive me. I left my princess but I regret it, I miss her every day but because it hurts. I have no choice but to accept it. She is my life so it truly hurts me so much when I left her. Do you think she can forgive me?” “That is also what happened to me. My brother said I am his princess but he still leaves me. I hope my brother is also like you.” She said

“But I’ve been on my own for three years. Suffering for three years. Raising Elliot for three years. I’m still me but at the same time, I’ve changed.” “I can’t say I haven’t changed as well.” Smiling, I brushed his cheek with my thumb. “God, I love you. The day I came and looked you in the eyes and you didn’t recognize me…it broke me.” “I know.” He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into my hand. “I heard you. I heard your cry. I heard your pain. Even without my memories it was heartbreaking. Now, it haunts me.” “I’m sorry.” His eyes snapped to mine. “You don’t say sorry. You did nothing. This is all me. Me and my fucking father.”

I did the opposite of what my mother chose, and oddly, she may be dead, but she got the better end of the deal. “Freya is my responsibility; I know that now. I need to fight; I need to accept my fate because if I don’t, then there is no future, and I can’t allow that. Eldora still has space to change, and I’m done complaining about it. Maybe this fight will be my last, but I sure as hell don’t want to go in it alone.” ***** 3rd pov **** Deep within the forgotten realm, a forgotten Queen listens to her sister’s words, amused.