Forgotten Realms Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I don't even understand this realm that you speak of, and you are already taking me with stopping that man from taking what's naturally his? That's too big of a task. Marcellus hates me, and he is ashamed of me, I don't think I can fight for him not knowing if he was going to willingly going to feed me to the wolves." She smiled. "There are four realms; The moon realm, The blood realm, the gray realm and the forgotten realm. Millennials ago, we used to all live together, but we were at a bridge of war when a blood treaty caused us to separate. The barriers separating the realm was bound by a witch. The moon realm is for the werewolves, the blood realm; the vampires; the gray realm; witches.

The memories I had previously forgotten radiated through my mind again with a vengeance this time. It was like a movie playing on repeat. All the memories of Haven I had come rushing back. She wasn’t my girlfriend… She was a fucking Forsaken! And she was obsessed with Raphael. Obsessed enough to start a war over him rejecting her. What the fuck did she want with me?

It thrived on forgotten love, on lost identities, on the pieces of her that she had left behind. She could feel it now, the truth that had eluded her for so long. The realm wasn’t just a place—it was a reflection of what she had lost. It had fed on her, on the parts of her soul she had abandoned in the wake of her sacrifice, the pieces she had left behind when she sealed the Forsaken King. The realm had kept her here, in the darkness, trapped in the illusion of peace, because it thrived on what she had forgotten. It had made her forget herself, forget her name, forget her bond with Raymond.

"You have transcended the boundaries of life and death. The Forgotten Realm is this. My spine tingled at the words. What is the Forgotten Realm? I repeated. The guardian's head cocked. "A location where lost souls dwell." a universe unaffected by time. Damon scowled. "What brought us here?" After a moment of hesitation, the figure gently raised a hand and pointed at me. I tensed up. "You have incomplete connections to this world," the guardian remarked. "Someone is waiting for you." My heart was racing. Damon took a step toward me. "Who?" The guardian's tone softened. "A person from your history."

Recently, we've been researching portals and the forgotten realms, but every time we get close to answers, something blocks us. For example—today. We went to the ancient library that once belonged to the seers. Micha and I searched for anything related to realms. After hours of digging, we finally found a book titled: "THE FORGOTTEN REALMS." "Finally, something useful," Micha muttered. "I hope so," I replied. "The title sounds promising." If only we knew. I opened the first page—blank. Second page—blank. Third, fourth… nothing. Page after page, just empty white paper.

What does it mean? Sorens already started shaking his head. “My queen, you don’t understand. The forgotten world is the only thing we can remember from that time, every other thing has been mixed with fantasy and falseness. It is just a myth that has been reformed and retold too many times. Not a lot remained of the real story. Some people say in the forbidden world, magic existed, Trees could talk. Nature could commune with humans and a plague which made fathers to kill mothers and sons to kill fathers existed but we don’t know anything about it.”

The barriers that kept the living from the realm of the damned began to weaken, responding to the combined will of three souls who refused to accept that love could be conquered by any curse. I couldn't remember how long I had been chained in this place, the Forsaken Realm. My wrists bled where the bindings cut in, forged from despair itself, tightening with every moment of doubt or self-recrimination. My throat ached from whispering the only names I could still cling to, the last anchors to the woman I had been. "My children..." I didn't know if anyone could hear me in this wasteland of broken dreams. Perhaps I was whispering into nothing, my words absorbed by the grey nothingness that stre

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

A disturbance. The Forgotten was still there. And he was not alone. He closed his eyes and looked into the crystal. He saw the Forgotten, trapped in the center, but around him, he saw other figures—figures he had never seen before. Other gods, cast out by the old ones. Other powers, hidden away for centuries. And they were waking up. The Forgotten looked up at him and smiled. You think you’ve won? he said, his voice echoing in his mind. You’ve just awakened an army. An army that will destroy everything you’ve built. And when they break free… There will be no one to stop them.