Forgotten Ruin Novels & Stories

Together, bound. >>>>>>>>>>>>> Into the Forgotten Hills……. We traveled to the Forgotten Hills …… a range long abandoned after the First Fall, where wards were weakest and the Cult had nested. The air there felt older, heavy with memory. Trees bowed as if they bore weight. Stones were cracked, runes worn smooth. The wolves were alert. Azelia and I walked side by side. “I still feel the echo,” she said softly. “Of the one who came before.” I nodded. “I do too.”

We crossed into nowhere just before dawn. "No roads from here," Kieran said, hacking through dead vines with his machete. "Just like the intel said." I checked our coordinates again. The Forgotten Wastes. A place the Council had wiped off every map after their research outposts exploded decades ago. But something was wrong. The silence felt too thick, like it was pressing against my eardrums. Even the wind had died. "Where are all the animals?" I asked.

The stench was overwhelming now, a sickening mix of death and rot that clung to the back of my throat. Jarred’s light darted from one corpse to another, his voice shaking. “Rohan, what the hell is going on here?” I stood, my jaw clenched as I scanned the grim scene. The bodies weren’t random—they were dumped, piled carelessly in this forgotten ravine. My flashlight caught the glint of another bite mark on a nearby corpse, confirming what I already knew. This wasn’t a coincidence. This was a pattern, a grotesque collection hidden just outside our borders.

and hug her every day. Filled with remorse, James was tormented both physically and mentally. When Oliver found James in the villa, he was shocked by his appearance. He said, "The company is in trouble, Mr. Hudson." Oliver didn't have time to be concerned about James right now. He went straight to the point, adding, "Someone has leaked some company secrets, and partnerships are getting canceled." Unfazed, James stared at Oliver blankly. "I'll leave it to you to handle."

But I knew one thing with terrifying clarity. Amara was in danger. Not just from Magnus—he was predictable in his cruelty—but from fate itself. Forces older than our bloodlines were converging, and she was at the center of it. She always had been. I followed the ravine’s curve until I found the mark—three slashes burned into a jagged stone. The signal of the Forgotten. I pressed my palm to it, and the wall of stone shimmered. Just as I stepped forward, a hand grabbed my shoulder.

It was as though the universe had conspired to grant me this brief respite, a stolen pocket of tranquility amidst the relentless torrent. In these rare interludes, when the world seemed to hold its breath, the mantle of guild mastery, with all its veiled authority and weighty responsibility, felt like a distant relic, a sepia-toned memory from a bygone era. The echoes of whispered secrets and covert missions, the threads of influence woven through the kingdom's tapestry, all faded to mere whispers in the face of this overwhelming spectacle.

S) Dynasty Altar is a ruin from the ancient civilization, although such heritage normally found buried and far from any civilizations, this kind of thing actually exists everywhere in Fantasma. The discoveries of such monumental sites should be given a lot of treasures to the explorer, I already discovered 2 sites of Dynasty Alter in the Desert of Nothing, both of them give Aeternum a lot of resources that enable my Aeternum to further developed to the state that it's on now.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aurora chose to become NOTHING to find the Forgotten One! She's falling into the deepest void where even God fears to go! Will she return? Will she remember herself? Will the Forgotten One help her? Or is this the final end of Aurora Sinclair? The moment she's truly lost? Forever forgotten? Never returning?

Seemed like he didn’t like the stickiness all over him. “You can’t just run into that! What if something bad happens?! Be calm, maybe I can get a clue or t…?” Feral’s words were cut off when a flash of words appeared before them. [Hidden stage 1: River of Forgetfulness; Across the expanse of water lay a golden door you must approach. Participants! Thrive to overcome the obstacles within and wherein the river and cross its entrapment to your very freedom!]

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars and planets dance to the rhythm of gravity and time, lies a realm of forgotten worlds. These lost realms, shrouded in the shadows of oblivion, whisper tales of a bygone era when they thrived with life and vitality. Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion.