Forgotten Realms Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Even after I mentioned my messed-up family to her, she's still here, I have to and want to stick by her side too. "Adam. Let's go to the castle. Just so you know that my story handed ended there, I just left it at there at night, because I just didn't want to remember more of I-"her eyes immediately widened like she had seen a ghost, her chest heaved up and down as she took deep breathes to calm herself down. The past reflections, I had that, it makes you fucking crazy, it's just flashes of memory one after the other, being part wolfs our memories are crystal clear. It's shitty, I used to get the same picture over and over again, my mother and Malcom both laying in front of me in pools of bl

He could not help but yell, “Debra, don’t agree to him. Don’t! He is a treacherous person. He is lying to you. Debra, have you really completely forgotten about me? I’m your man. We’ve been together for ten years. We’ve been through so much together; you’ve really forgotten all about it? “Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows. Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows. Debra, our fate started from this poem. Please try to remember, please. You will be able to recall it.” Darryl was extremely anxious until his voice was hoarse. He had been through so much with Debra. They were each other’s whole world. If Debra were to agree to be Donoghue’s woman,

His words were a thousand tiny needles stabbing my soul. Right. Theron always called me a jinx. Because our parents died a century ago. At my blood awakening ceremony. He had hated me ever since. He threw me out. Cut off my blood supply. Refused to acknowledge me as clan. He left me with nothing but a rundown house on the edge of the city. We didn't see each other for a decade. Not until the clan’s centennial gala. I was invited and saw him with a strange woman at his side.

"Damian, my stomach hurts." So he turned away, lifted her in his arms, and left. The doctors, guards, and his underboss followed him out. I slid to the floor, one hand braced against the table leg, while my mother's voice cut through the room. "Karma. That's what this is." In my last life, it had been snow. In this life, it was blood. As long as Serena was there, they would always leave me behind.

The Architects had removed it from existence's framework, but they could not erase it from the void itself. Through that impossible connection, I felt Zack and Drake reaching back. And together, through a bond that should not exist, we prepared to do something that would either save us or destroy everything. But we were out of time. The Forgotten's mental rewrite reached completion. And we ceased to be who we were.

she murmured, “we just rang a bell we can’t unring.” Far beyond the frostlands, deep beneath stone older than memory, another presence stirred, one that had slept through the Hunger’s reign, and now opened its eyes at the sound of balance being broken.

No one remembered. If it weren’t for the bruises that had faded weeks later, the soreness that lingered like a secret, I’d think I was delusional. A hallucination born of tequila and desperation. But he was real. He had to be. Somewhere out there, Ronan Vale existed. And I couldn’t let him go. Lisa’s voice snapped me back. “Earth to Li. You okay?” “Yeah. Just… nervous about classes.” She squeezed my knee. “You’ll crush it. Always do.”

ELARA They called it healing. The sleeping teas, the memory tinctures, the quiet hours in rooms that echoed with nothing but soft light and silence. Cyril guised it all in concern, in his deep voice and soft hands and the practiced calm of a man too smooth to be questioned. I wore Luna's silks. I smiled with Luna's grace. And inside, I drowned in a sea of blank memories and strange, suffocating peace. "We've registered our union," Cyril said one morning over fresh berries and warm bread. "You belong to me now, and by the laws of the Packs, you're off limits to everyone else."

My fingers curl slowly at my side as my claws try to bresk out, Fenrir wanting to have a moment with this mate stealing Alpha. “I also carved your name into the Memorial of the fallen with my own claws.” Another step closer to him. “I thought the dirt had taken a friend,” my shadow swallowed him whole. Then my voice drops, lower and darker. “But, you were alive, weren't you?” He still doesn't answer. “ You took him from me,” the words leave my mouth like a blade sliding free. “You stole what is mine. And crawled into the underbelly of earth to hide like the rat you are.” for a moment nothing happens.

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere