Forgotten Six Feet Under Novel Novels & Stories

Her lips parted, but no words came. And then— She nodded. Not a word. Just a quiet agreement. But it was enough. Ashyrel's POV The walk to the underground chamber felt like moving through memory. Dust coated the narrow stairs, and the torchlight flickered with every breath we took. My heart thudded like a drum in my chest. The room was filled with ancient books, scrolls, and relics covered in cloth. Sylvester led me to the far wall. There was a mural—half broken, but still legible.

I chuckled He encircled his arms around my waist and faced me in front of him. “What made you think that I will I let you build our house?” He whispered, “I will be the one who provides you things you need, as well as our future children.” Children huh? “Children? You already planned my future, huh?” “Of course,” he chuckled huskily “If ever we have a child, I will hide them from you! Such are the ones I read in the book. I think it was so cool.” I just laughed at what I thought That’s what always happened in the book, the main character will hide their child, then they will meet after a few years. But when Beauden and I don't meet, I don't need him anymore! char

It was dropped in a rain-slicked alley, buried under three years of medical charts, and forgotten in a glass office where the person who held my life looked at me like a stranger. But the blood does not forget. The bone does not forget. The bond keeps the count even when the brain goes dark. From the grass, Aria lets out a piercing shriek of triumph. "WORM," she yells. "BIG ONE." "That is the same one from Tuesday, Aria," Shen tells her, leaning over her shoulder. "He lives there." "My worm," she says. I turn on the stove. Through the glass, the garden glows in the last of the amber light, and my family fills the yard with their noise, ordinary, improbable, and entirely ours.

"The Footnotes are narrow. If you step off the line, you’ll fall into a Draft that never made it to the final book. You could spend eternity as a character who almost existed." Mina gripped my sleeve. Her ring was pulsing a dull, rhythmic amber. "It feels... thin here, Cian. Like the air is made of tissue paper." We reached the bottom of the stairs, and the door opened not to the South, but to a place called Omission.

He stared at the creases in his shirt, suddenly realizing— That simmering humiliation was the same one Lyra had endured for eight long years. A strange feeling rose in his chest. The paper in his pocket felt scorching hot. His tangled thoughts were suddenly shattered by the abrupt ring of his phone.

"He wanted an army, not just one." Ayesha exhaled slowly, forcing the memories back down. She wasn’t that girl anymore. Now, she was the hunter. And Voss was the prey. The Forgotten Lab The old research facility rose from the icy cliffs like a steel graveyard, its structure half-buried in frost. The main entrance was already ajar. Ayesha’s stomach twisted. She stepped inside, boots crunching against shattered glass. The air smelled of rust, chemicals, and something older. Zayn moved ahead, weapon raised. "No bodies. No sign of a struggle."

My eyes landed on the large bookshelf behind his desk,the drawers,cabinets,his laptop. Even a safe by the corner. There had to be something useful here. Something connected to what happened sixteen years ago. I rushed toward the desk and started searching quickly. Nothing. Just as I was about to check his drawers, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching the office. My body froze instantly. Was it Dexter? No… Maybe it was someone heading to the next office. I stayed completely still, my eyes fixed on the door handle, my body vibrating in fear praying that he wasn’t the one.

As Theron was lost in thought, I was lost in my own painful memories. Ten years ago. Lilith mixed beast blood into her own vials and claimed I did it to frame her. Drinking beast blood is a grave sin for a vampire. It causes blood degradation. Theron believed Lilith without question. He confined me to my rooms. Five years ago. The clan's ancient tomes were stolen. Lilith cried, saying she saw me sneak into the library. A guard backed up her story. In truth, I never left my room that day. But Theron chose to believe her again.

Elena’s POV The past never stays buried. No matter how carefully you bury it. No matter how much blood you spill over the soil. I learned that the hard way. The elevator doors slid open onto the private underground floor of Knight Tower, and a chill crawled down my spine the moment I stepped out. The air here was colder sterile, almost clinical. Concrete walls. Security doors reinforced with steel. This wasn’t a place meant for comfort. This was where secrets went to die. Or so I had believed.

'We must check our Luna, she is not safe here even if the Alpha believe she is' Knox states, he was always the straight thinker The sight of a sleeping Rory helps ease my mind and calm my nerves, even Kane's roaring snores from on the sofa brings me some comfort. This seems like the perfect time to sit out on the balcony and flick through the book Elder Micha gave me. It was a hand written book filled with scraps and notes, most of it was in such poor handwriting that I struggled deciphering many of the words but from what I could make out, this book or more journal, had belonged to our late Luna's ancestors.