Novel & Cerita Forgotten Realms Fanfiction

The ship shook violently, not from the engines but from the world itself breaking open. Mae’s skin lit with violet chains beneath the surface, sparking and pulsing against her will. Her breath caught. The vision that had haunted her, the one where she stood on a battlefield of fire and glass, tearing the world apart, felt like it was crawling out of her head and into reality. Outside, the horizon split. The earth bled light, jagged wounds opening as towering shadows clawed their way free. The Forgotten were waking.

“You crawl back from the grave only to feed my children, Leofric. You belong to me.” Her words dragged at something deep inside. Shadows stirred beneath my skin, remnants of the corrupted self I had battled in the dream realm. I gritted my teeth and lunged forward, slashing through the first wave of bone-stitched horrors. They fell in heaps, shrieking with voices that weren’t their own. I forced myself to focus. Not on the monsters. Not on her curses. But on Morwenna. On the bond we had reforged in fire and blood. And then I saw her.

She stepped closer now, her feet silent on the echoing marble. “You chose her,” she said, gesturing to Liolai’s image. “And when the realm demanded balance, you tried to steal both from fate.” His arms began to fade, From elbow to wrist, then to nothing. Still, he didn’t scream. “I didn’t mean to forget you,” he murmured. She stopped an arm’s length away. “I know.” The realm trembled at her mercy. “But forgetting is still erasure.” “Even if unintentional.”

Selene clenched her jaw tightly. “Stop…” she whispered again, but her voice shook. The silence in the room deepened. And then a memory surfaced. Not hers. Not fully. A place she had recognized. Darkness. Bars. Eyes reflecting faint light. And a voice. The first shift reveals the truth. Selene’s breath caught sharply. “Stop….” she said again, but weaker now. Another image followed immediately. You wear the scent of forgotten blood. Her pulse spiked violently. She stood up too fast this time, stumbling back until her shoulder hit the stone wall.

"Yes. She decided she couldn't stay married since her loyalty was divided from her believes. While talking to the man I realized the Sisterhood of the Flesh somehow plays center in most people's lives. Why were the two of us not raised in that believe?" "I am not sure. But I did start to wonder about that. When we first met, then briefly dated, what do you remember about that time?” “We were happy. We were poor but we stood as one. You know, Anja once told me she was close enough that she could kill me. I never sense her presence. We were blind fools, Aaron?” “I don’t think so. We might have been more alerted if we were aware.” “But I should have known better. Aaron I practically escape from

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!!

Through a chance encounter and a series of events, I stumbled upon a forgotten past—a connection between Alpha Damien and my own history. In the midst of our pursuit, we came across an ancient cavern concealed within the heart of a dense forest. Intrigued by an inexplicable pull, I cautiously entered the dimly lit chamber, my senses tingling with anticipation. The walls of the cavern were adorned with faded symbols and intricate carvings, telling a tale lost to time. As I traced my claws along the weathered markings, memories long buried resurfaced, weaving together fragments of a forgotten past. Alpha Damien's presence seemed intertwined with my own, a thread connecting us in ways I never c

Is an answer I didn't know I had. "Forget what?" The brown-haired girl queries as we both inspect everything else but each other. "Forget that he has a sinister past. That he murdered his parents. Including a lot more people. As well as him being immortal and that he's genetically modified. Maybe that huh?" I answer finally sitting up and watching her reaction.

"We're wasting time." Morwen nodded. "Then let's go." One by one, they stepped into the Hollow Realm. Into a place where memories hunted the living. Where regrets took shape. Where truths could no longer hide. And waiting for Seraphina was a memory she had spent five years trying to forget. A memory wearing Killian's face. A memory that still whispered the same words: "You are not my mate. Leave. And never come back."

Not the company, not the money, not even the power, just you. The bond between them is a tether, a golden cord that connects a king to a commoner. I already confirmed it. He married you, bonded to you, permanently. That mark on your neck, I’ve seen the report. Fated mates. Even without memory, his instincts will pull him back to you, eventually. The soul remembers what the mind forgets. And when that happens, everything I buried will rise with it. I lean back slowly in my chair. The shadows in the room seem to lengthen. I should eliminate the risk now, end it before it becomes a problem. The thought is clean, simple, and efficient.