Forgotten Ruin Novels & Stories

“What are they?” Elara stepped forward. “The Forgotten.” Her voice barely carried, yet it reached every ear. “They are what remains when power becomes memory. When gods fall, and their echoes find shelter in the bones of the world.” The first creature raised its head. Still faceless, yet its focus was unmistakable — centered on Elara. A voice — not spoken, but planted inside their minds like an old seed awakening — pulsed through them. “We remember you, Daughter of Ash. We remember the pact broken. The blood unspilled. Why have you called us again?”

I needed to find a way to bring back some sliver of her memory… anything… That look of uncertainty was still there within her beautiful eyes, and it hurt me that an affectionate name she so used to love, now appeared to worry her... maybe even fill her with fear. This was not how our matebond was supposed to be. I dug my nail heavily into my palm to try to focus myself. I needed to be strong. I needed to find a way to distract Aria so she did not build her walls higher.

she added bitterly. "Is that all you remember?" Sean asked. "Yes," Violet replied, though uncertainty lingered in her voice. "Violet," the doctor interjected, "your memory loss might not be permanent. It seems you’re recalling fragments but not the full details. Your brain may be suppressing the most painful parts." "But I need to know!" Violet exclaimed. "So where is my family?" Sean sighed heavily. "Your brother... he’s dead," he said quietly, bowing his head.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

“You and me, until the end of time.” “You and me…” I repeated. “...for always.” THE END. #AdessaAndKaelSigningOff ----- AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE BOOK THE FORGOTTEN LUNA AND THE ROYAL LUNA officially closes today. I know some of you are requesting for sneak peeks into the future about kids, and that will eventually happen. We will find out about that as the series progresses, and I know one day I will be adding another epilogue with them in it.

Not large no more than a circular patch five meters across but inside it, a bloom spiral of ancient make began to rise from under the ice. In the southern isles, fishermen reported strange songlines humming beneath the waves, echoing up from bloomcoral reefs that had long been dormant. And in the Forgotten Reaches a no-man’s-land that even the Pact had once marked “unsalvageable” glowing threads were spotted in the dead sands, weaving together into patterns long thought extinct. None of these events had Ari’s signature. None of them bore the mark of Pact restoration teams. They were not being cast.

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

This should have been my cue and my only chance to finally leave the Blackridge Pack and never look back. But my mind drifted back to the locket I had hidden deep beneath the rotted floorboard under my bed. My fingers instinctively twitched, remembering the picture of my both parents inside and the tiny engraved moon on its front. It was all I had of them. I didn’t have so much of a property or belongings but that was the one thing I couldn’t ever leave behind. And If any other person were to find it, my Identity would get exposed and I wasn’t sure what that meant since the only words I had gotten from my mother was to never say who I was.

I asked. “It did, however when Mazikeen was created because of Monar’s lust for as much power as he could get, the gods stepped in and created someone who could defeat Mazikeen. Me. I was created to grow in power just like how Mazikeen grows too but I am always to be a little ahead of him in level of power. I represents everything which Mazikeen oppose just as he represents everything I opposed but rather, I was not well versed in the issue and so the gods decided to punish not just me but also the world we came from. The name is the forgotten world is forever forgotten and if we want to remember… well I made it worse because how can we remember the name of a place which is supposed to be fo

700 years later Mira enjoyed her time alone in the forest. It was her quiet time. Her time to decompress. Especially with the festival tomorrow night. Tonight unfortunately was the ball, and she was not looking forward to it. Walking through the forest, she smelled something spicy. Amber, smoke and maybe lavender? It called to her and she could not quite find where it was coming from.She searched for an hour thinking that it was maybe a flowering plant that she had not yet discovered in her walks. While searching for the source of the scent she came across something deep in the forest that she had never seen before. It was stone ruins of what had obviously been a very massive structure. Al