Forgotten Secrets Novels & Stories

The Forgotten Water was originally the exclusive holy water of the Forgotten Valley. The Forgotten Valley was originally a hidden organization. A few years ago, by chance, Debra was taken to the Forgotten Valley. She was forced to take the water and forget everything. Later, when Darryl knew the truth, he ordered the Elysium Gate to destroy the Forgotten Valley. When the Forgotten Valley was destroyed, several disciples escaped to Westrington and were found by the Five Poison Sect. In this way, the formula of the Forgotten Water was also passed to the Five Poison Sect.

Was that forgotten? And was secrets like our English secrets? Or was that too on-the-nose? So “Where she was trapped in her secrets, forever forgotten.” The Where being the small room she followed the guy to? So, his secrets perhaps? A man with secrets, she figured, the final pages torn out, of course. The end, once again, missing. And not a dashing soldier in sight. Used books were annoying. “Are you finding everything okay?” “Jesus-fucking-Christ.” She jumped, fingers to her throat, her heart thumping.

A carefully secured stronghold of secrets and survival, hidden in plain sight beneath the noses of the very people who would gladly tear me apart if they knew I was still breathing. To Devon and the rest of them, I was still rotting away in the Cave of the Forgotten. That place. That bitch. That stupid, self-righteous bitch. My fist clenched until the phone creaked softly in my grip, the sound sharp and brittle. I didn’t look down. I couldn’t. My eyes remained fixed on the window, my reflection staring back at me, because the memories were already clawing their way to the surface. Fara’s hands are gripping my arms.

It was a mausoleum for truths too dangerous to speak aloud. Not just about Eliora. Not just about the girl in violets. But others. Dozens of others. There were drawers filled with files. Sealed envelopes with initials she didn’t recognize. Some folders were stacked in tidy rows. Others were scattered, marked with red wax or black ribbons. She saw names. Dates. Some crossed out. Some highlighted. Notes scribbled in a hand that looked painfully familiar. This was the price of legacy. Of silence. Of power built on the bones of forgotten girls and secret decisions.

So there isn't much information I can get, neither do I know anyone other than the rulers of the lands, who also hate me after I said his son to fuck off. We would reach Blood Stone in 30 minutes or so since we're in a helicopter. My head kept replaying Malcom's grey mist, that black shadow going back into Dawn's body. "Umm..dad, you saw what Malcom did back there didn't you. Before the ceremony and Malcom's attack on the palace, in that box, you knew what was in it before giving it to me. Why did you decide to hide this secret for so long, that mom was a witch ?"He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, his eyes held shame and regret as he looked at me

Both young fairies grew up without their mother since they were born. “Bran, just let your friend take it easy for a while. Now, I must return to our realm.” Nurse Zella replies dutifully. “Young lady, can you handle the knowledge of what transpired here? If not, I would be willing to cast a memory magic.” Nurse Zella asks Jo directly. “I would not even dare choose to forget this madam. My best friend is in grave danger. If I could do anything to help her, I would. So, the answer is yes. I can keep a secret madam if that is what you mean.”

Written in fading ink was something that made my breath catch. 'The lost princess must return when the Empire faces its darkest hour.' My hands trembled. Was this really who I was? And if so—who wanted me to forget? I turned the page again. Another picture. This time with a symbol beneath it. The same seal. A castle. A bird. A sword. The same seal that was on Sylvester’s old journal I once saw before his “accident.” My knees weakened. He knew. He knew long before I did. The betrayal stung all over again.

Mira's case was from one problem to another, from depression to insanity, from insanity to loss of memory but the good thing was that she was now responding to her treatments. She forgot everything about her past and began to call herself Alice Morgan, which was the first name that came into her mind. “Good day Alice, how are you doing?” The good doctor asked but she didn't respond. “So do you recall anything at all?” He asked again but didn't still get an answer, she just kept a dead pan look on her face, gazing at what wasn't present in the room. “Well what about your kids?” He inquired, but still got the same results.

"Every scroll. Every memory." "Then we need to find a new source." The search leads us to the Seer. A wolf who lives in the mountains, blind from birth. She sees with her soul, not her eyes. "Seraphina," she says as I enter her cave. "I have been waiting for you." "Who are the Forgotten?" She is silent for a long moment. Then she speaks. "The Forgotten are wolves who were erased. Not killed. Erased. Their memories. Their identities. Their existence. They were consumed by the Void."

Isaac, although half expecting the arrival of the God, jolted at the flash and sudden appearance. Immediately and instinctively, he bowed his head, cursing himself after he did. Am-Heh raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on it, unaware of the potion and the memories it had opened. That door had closed and had been sealed long ago as far as he was concerned, the key rusted and defunct. It was hardly fool proof, they still leaked and those spectres still haunted him. No door, no wall could keep them at bay.