Forgotten Six Feet Under Novel Novels & Stories

The city lights glittered beyond the tall windows, but his thoughts were far from the skyline. Xueqin Yan. The name echoed in his mind, stirring memories he had buried deep. Childhood laughter, promises whispered in innocence, the sound of running footsteps in sunlit gardens. He remembered Jacyn’s small voice, teary-eyed, calling out, “Big Brother Yan! Don’t forget me when you get there.” But time had passed. And she had forgotten. Perhaps that was a mercy. Liam poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. He thought of Jacyn now — her giggles in the sterile lobby, her teasing interruptions in his office, the way she made him smile when no one else could. She was h

SIX Null relented and nodded, stepping up to his partner’s side as they inched to that doorway. Brennan smelled blood in there, in the pit of nothingness. They forced themselves through the arch, the quaking beam of Null’s flashlight revealing an upended phone on the floor, and farther ahead, the soles of two pale bare feet. Brennan didn’t want to see. Yet it was her job to see. It wasn’t that the woman’s clothes had been torn away. The comfy looking Sunday garments had bloomed off the slippery corpse, shed like the scrim of a cocoon. There was no beautiful butterfly here, not here in this dark house on Queen Street. Only cuts on top of cuts.

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"

He took the bank card and held it firmly in his palm before walking out angrily. His secretary followed behind him and asked cautiously. “Sir, where are you going?” Cleo frowned and hissed out the words between his teeth. “Vinland.” At Cleo’s words, his secretary quickly booked the earliest flight to Vinland. Cleo never got any shut-eye throughout the entire flight. His mind was in disarray. Countless scenes flashed across his mind, mingled with all kinds of conflicting feelings. When he was playing with six-year-old Cecil in the park, he remembered being happy.

Marcus, standing on the sidewalk across from my building, didn’t leave my head for days. Even when he wasn’t there, I kept seeing him in every shadow, every car that slowed down too long, every man in a suit who looked at me a second too long. My body remembered him even when my brain was trying to forget. That’s what six years with him did. He got under your skin and stayed there like a splinter.

I clutched my daughter tight, her tiny form acting like a living radiator, her soft glowing light showing the damp brick walls as we passed. Two hours felt like forever as we crawled through that forgotten maze under the city. These weren’t the tourist hallways, not even close. They were the old smuggler routes, the blood-paths of the Lycan underworld that humans never mapped. Eventually, Silas led us to a massive rusted iron door hidden behind a waterfall of storm runoff. “The Undercity,” Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath.

Faith screamed. The front hall was a mess. The expensive vases were shattered. The paintings of the Nightshade ancestors were slashed. But there was no blood. There were no bodies. Faith ran through the kitchen and out into the garden. The sight made her stop in her tracks. The lush, green sanctuary where she had spent her mornings with her mother was gone. The grass was black and withered. The fountain, which had flowed with clear water for decades, was dry and cracked. And there, in the center of the dead grass, was the word carved into the earth:” SIX.”