Forgotten Six Feet Under Novel Novels & Stories

It was bittersweet. I sat in the dining room for a little while, picking at the fruit, flipping another page. After a while, I slipped outside. The air was warm, but not too hot. I curled up on one of the lounge chairs under the shade, pulling my knees to my chest, the book still open in my lap. My eyes were tired, but I couldn’t stop. Page after page. I didn’t even realize how deep I’d fallen in until I caught something strange. There was a different page, near the back. Another handwritten note. Six’s handwriting. I lightly traced the pattern like I could touch him.

he growled, ripping it off from his ear. The signal had cut the moment she descended. “Communication might not work underground,” Asher said flatly, breath tight, “That elevator, it didn’t go up. It went down.” Finn frowned, “That meant…” All of us stared at each other for a long moment. “Underground…” I realized as I glanced down at my feet feeling something for the slightest moment. This wasn’t just a brothel. It was more like a fortress. A fortress of flesh, secrets, and goddamn horror buried beneath our feet.

I counted the stones in the fireplace because I needed something to do with my eyes that was not looking at either of the men sitting on either side of me and the fireplace had seventeen stones and I counted them twice just to be sure. Seventeen. Confirmed. Eleven days, I thought. Eleven days before the swap began to deepen. Eleven days before the wrong souls started settling into the wrong bodies the way Gregor had described — like water finding its level, like something permanent quietly becoming permanent without announcing itself. Eleven days before Yulian started forgetting which memories were his. Eleven days before Kayden started losing the edges of himself into a life that was not hi

​The fifth bell rang, spilling black light through the fissures. ​When the sixth bell sounded, the iron door before us swung open on silent hinges. A violent wave of freezing air rushed out, parting our hair and chilling our skin with the sudden, breathtaking scale of a forgotten world. Beyond the threshold lay a sprawling underground city. Ruined towers speared upward into the dark, connected by cobweb bridges that spanned bottomless chasms, while headless statues of dragons and wolves lined the buried streets. At the very center sat a palace larger than any fortress built above ground, its high windows glowing with a fierce crimson fire. ​My other self breathed out a ghost of air. "This wa

I did remember something, a remember that I felt a touch and just like that I was in a maze again, a different warm hands leading me. The scent was oddly familiar and then just like that I could remember where I had perceived it before. It was the same scent that Raye had whenever I bent down to kiss her neck. I smiled. At that point, maybe I was being paranoid or maybe what I saw and felt was as a result of grief, trauma or maybe it even came as a result of Margot constant manipulation. Maybe that was what it was. I peeled my eyes open, somehow I was managing to convince myself that this was not so important. I was slowly running out of my mind and it didnt seem like the solutions to my pro

Not the way history will twist it, but as it truly happened. The mortal kingdoms grew too fast. They took the land in smoke and iron, and the great races fell back into the shadows. Wolves hid in the deep forests and mountains. Vampires locked their doors beneath the earth. Witches and wizards vanished behind illusions. My kind, the dragons, slipped into the veils between realms. Six clans. Six elements. Six prides too old and too stubborn to bend. Retreat should have saved us. Instead, it starved us of trust. Old grudges sharpened until they cut open the future. I saw it coming. So did three others. Cillian Hawthorne. Selene Nerezza. Alaric Everley.

Soren replied quietly and he added something else but it was too low for me to hear him so I quickly ran after the Nisse who was a little far from me and was waiting patiently. I tried to shut out the conversation I just heard that was clearly about me and not meant for my ears but I couldn’t. Sorens liked me and I didn’t like him that way. I was going to hurt his feelings and maybe lose one of my only friends here. ******** “My queen, is there something I did wrong?” Sorens asked me as I peered into the scrolls in front of me covered with dust, they were written on with a foreign language but that was not the problem I was having, the problem I was having was that most of the words were was

I can’t help but think it was the beginning of that personal forgiveness. The dimly lit basement, hidden beneath the mansion, holds secrets that few would dare to uncover. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of damp stone and the palpable tension that has settled within its confines. In the shadowy recesses of the underground cells, we three stand, Ali, Gin, and I, our expressions etched with a mix of determination and unease.

"You won't remember me, or my name. But I will remember you. You're the she-wolf that almost stole the title of Alpha from me. The she-wolf that almost ruined plans five years in the making. And I won't let that happen. Those herbs will erase your memories. Unfortunately, you have a mate bond with James, so I won't be able to erase it entirely, but I can make it useless to you." Elizabeth felt her feet give way beneath her, and she collided with the ground. ________________________________ Elizabeth woke up groggy, holding her head. Had she collapsed outside her own front door? She grasped her head. Has she tripped over something? What happened? She glanced at the front step, a note left on

Such as the carrying on between the butler and the nubile young maid who tended the garden. It was not that often he used that weapon. it wasn't worth risking the welts and blows from the whip or, if behaviour continued, the threat of being dismissed. So long had the human been gone he would either crumble to dust back in the mortal world or be left in one where he was forgotten. The catacombs beneath the palace were long and dark. Winding like and eternal labyrinth where the only thing that seemed to be living was the dust that floated in cloudy curtains in the air.