Forgotten Realms Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said, and showed her all the text messages Sienna had sent me, leaving him pale. Though his eyes were filled with tears, I couldn't care less and growl, "Now return my ring." "Fiona… Can't you just give me a chance? Just this once?" he asked, his voice raspy as he looked upon me pleadingly. I shook my head nonetheless. "I decided to leave when you refused to Mark me, but I had waited for fourteen days after that day." "But you never once came home to see me once." Duke was left silent for a long while, his tears rolling down his cheeks.

It was said that he had forgotten how old he really was. "I would like to accompany you to see your mate, if I may? I was once in love with a female in that village. But her father did not favor our union. The Clutch has a long memory and well remembered the death of your parents, so it was decided that I would leave the village. I never forgot her. And I would very much like to see if I recognize any of what might be her ancestors." Tine could only nod. He could only imagine the pain that the old dragon had felt. Just being separated from Mira to come to this meeting of the Elders was almost debilitating. Raptor had literally had his love ripped away from him.

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

Each morning, I stepped into a world of colors and fragrance, surrounded by blooms and smiles instead of cold gazes and silent walls. No footsteps were echoing with judgment. No eyes watching, waiting for me to fail. No invisible weight pressing down on my chest. Here, no one expected me to be perfect. No one whispered behind my back. No one measured my worth by how well I played Luna. I wasn't someone's mate. I wasn't someone's disappointment. I was just Lyra. And that was enough. The shopkeeper and I gradually became friends. We'd go shopping together after work or share a quiet dinner.

He taps my hand gently like a father would to a son and I let go, heading for his door. I hesitate and turn to him. “And remember Fredericksburg, this is between us alone. No one is to hear of it,” I say and Fredericksburg smiles warmly. “You don't need to worry about that. My lips are sealed,” he says and I open the door and leave. I walk back to my castle, ignoring the greeting from the servants as I enter my chambers. I walk into my bedroom and see Raider lying still on the bed, and the memories of him crying in my arms come rushing to me, and I feel his pain.

He had been haunted by memories and dreams, and now, a living, breathing reminder of the past had entered his life. The seer continued, "You have been blessed with the chance to right the wrongs of the past, Alpha Liam. Embrace this child, and you may find the answers you seek." Leah, growing impatient, lashed out at the seer. "Enough of this nonsense! We have a wedding to prepare for, and you're wasting time on these delusions." Liam, however, was resolute. He had been haunted by Bloom's absence and the memories he couldn't quite grasp. Now, he had a tangible connection to the past, a child who held the key to unlocking the secrets he had buried deep within his heart.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

The sounds of bones cracking brings me to my senses. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This was not what we agreed! I feel Alma begin to panic as she retreats back into my mind 'Sorry Rory, I just can't do it. It's one thing going up against him as your father but I can't go against my Alpha' and with that she blocked me out. Can you believe it? She actually blocked me out of my own mind?! Cyrus stands before me on all fours, panting heavily. His midnight black furr sticking up in rage as he glares at me from across the mat.

It was about a version of me I hadn’t confronted in years—the girl I was before kingdoms, before crowns, before the man who taught me love could be both soft and unbreakable. Caelen had once been everything. And then, he was nothing. He vanished the night the soldiers came to my village, and I was left with a shattered heart and no explanation. Months passed before I realized he hadn’t been taken or killed— He had chosen to leave. And now, years later, here he was again. --- I burned the letter that night. Watched it curl and disintegrate in the hearth. But the past didn’t burn with it. Because the very next day, he arrived at the gates of the palace.

The Fire Lord carefully opens the lid of the blue urn, as one of his fire fairies walks up to him to assist in holding the lid. “I know that this is not our customary way of burial, but in this manner, in my opinion, my son’s death would be cleansed of his sins to our kind if a part of his ashes would be scattered in the Azure.” The Fire Lord dips his free hand inside the urn to retrieve some of the ashes there. “May Prince Hagan's ashes drift and blend with the water of the great mystical Azure. In this manner, may our ancestors be calmed by his ashes being as one with this river that signifies the unity of the four realms; Earth, Water, Air and Fire.”