Last Memories Botw Novels & Stories

Only a child's snore resounded inside the modest hut. "Activating System Defense Mode… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete… System Defense Mode Activated… Assessing Possible Security Measures… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Purchasing 1 Builder Bot 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete 395 world energy remaining… Purchasing 1 Replica Bot 1% 2% 3% 99% 100%

Fearing the Reed Walker Twins might have run into trouble with the pack escorts, I answered instantly. The voice coming through the slate was laced with sharp impatience and a raw, youthful edge, sounding like a wild pup from the border tribes. "Hey, how old is this damaged memory slate from the VTN ROOM records?" It was Byte 7, the mysterious rogue hacker I had hired to extract the hidden files. "Decades old," I rasped low, my eyes darting down the quiet corridor to ensure no Walker pack guards were eavesdropping. "Is your mind-link having trouble restoring the memory strands?"

“Mmm I’m not sure, perhaps it’s because I had been with my true mate before” “I suppose so” “You truly, truly have no recollection of anything that happened all these years?” “My last memory is of you leaving the Kingdom to look for your mate, us closing the portal after your departure then going to a gathering then waking up here” “That is the last thing I remember too” my mom says “I would like to see Mali, would that be okay?” I rise from the bench and open the door “Winter Wards are my parents cleared and fit enough to leave or do you have to further examine them?”

“That’s what I hoped for.” “Did I wake you? I’m sorry if I did.” “You didn’t. My mom called about half an hour ago and woke me up.” “Is everything okay?” “Yeah,” he says, and I can hear the annoyance in his voice just from one little word. “Bobby is being released. They’re taking him back home and getting him into rehab again.” “Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” “It’s pointless,” he sighs, and a few seconds of silence tick by. “How are you feeling today?”

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

“How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?” Draco opened his mouth to talk, but all of a sudden, he couldn’t keep in mind a single thing. His whole past was covered by a dark shade that denied to uncover indeed the smallest detail to him. “I can’t,” he whispered in freeze. “I can’t keep in mind a damn thing.” “How around one of these?” the specialist said, pulling out a smartphone. “Do you know how to utilize a phone?” “Of course, I do,” Draco snapped. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “How almost an ATM? If you were to pull back cash,would you know how?”

When they demand naming rights, legacy claims, power over something I created in heartbreak? She gripped the balcony railing so hard her knuckles blanched. Because she knew—they would come. Lycan emissaries. Royal vultures. Elders with their righteous declarations. The child wouldn’t be just hers for long. And then, a quiet, terrible voice surfaced—her mother’s again, from long ago, spoken during a blood moon rebellion: "Then we remind them why the world once bowed to our name." Nyma swallowed hard. Her back straightened.

The Harrow Tunnels were beneath the river market. The Velmour Theatre was burned down thirty years ago. The north bell tower ruins stood tall. They weren't feeding grounds, they weren't districts, they weren't streets. They were forgotten places. I leaned back slowly. He wasn't hunting. He was moving. He used the bones of the city. He slipped through hidden corridors that no one alive remembered. There was a knock at my door. "Enter, " I said. A courier in Order gray stepped inside. His eyes were lowered,He handed me a folded note, saying it was a message from the commander. Afterwards, he left quickly as if my room had a plague.

*** Late that night, Mom went home. She sat alone in the living room for a long time. Then she went to Sadie's room and quietly opened the door. Sadie was asleep. Mom stood by the bed, staring at her. She pulled up Sadie's blanket and smoothed her hair. Then she crossed to the desk and started going through Sadie's backpack. That's when she found it. A pink behind-the-ear hearing aid, with a tiny 'VV' engraved on the side. Vienna's hearing aid.