Letters To The Lost Novels & Stories

One child lost. I stood before the pyres with Killian at my side, smoke rising behind me, eyes hollow. He took my hand. I didn’t pull away. “They fought for you,” he said. “They died for something real.” I nodded. “And I’ll honor every name. Every drop of blood.” We lit the flames together. The scent of burning filled the dawn. And I whispered to the wind, “We are Moonbound. We do not break.”

But each letter was uneven and smudged with tears, as if written in darkness. Vincent crouched down, focusing on the journal intently. The first line bled through the paper like fresh wounds: "These are letters that never reached you." He picked up the journal. The ink sparkled, making the words seem alive: "I wrote to you, Vincent. Every night. Letters without stamps. Letters I could never send. Letters no one would deliver. Do you want to read them?" Vincent's voice trembled. "Yes." The journal flipped its pages. The first letter began:

Take care, D'Andre, and know that my love for you, as complicated and bittersweet as it is, will forever be a part of who I am. I leave you this letter as a testament to my feelings I had felt for you before, as an apology for the pain I've caused, and as a plea for your understanding. Goodbye, Mr. Cruel Who Lied To Me That Summer. Love, Maiari D'Andre clutched the letter, his hands trembling, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. As he flipped the paper, his heart raced with anticipation, hoping for more words, a sign that Maiari might still want him to find her. But all he found was a faded baby picture of Maiari, a tiny version of the woman he had fallen in love with.

The box contained the engagement ring I had left behind and a letter. I didn’t open the letter. All I did was tell Kendra to send it back. Kendra asked, “Are you seriously not going to take a peek?” I shook my head. “No. “Some things are better left in the past. Looking back only holds you back.” Days later, I received a text from an unknown number. “Eve, I hope you have a happy life. “I finally realized the person I’d lost was never coming back. “I lost the one person who ever truly loved me.”

Liora responded as she picked up her bag and walked towards the door. “Let’s keep hope alive and believe that the letter is actually true," Oscar muttered. Liora took in a sharp breath as a picture of that night flashed before her. Her hands balled into fists as she tried to block it out. “I am hoping it is." Liora nodded before walking out the door. Since she got the letter, she has kept the little glimmer of hope it had lit in her alive. The loss of her mom after almost losing her own was one deep pain she had to manage over the past six years.

"I know they're not real, Jessa. But wouldn't it be wonderful if they were if magic was real and could whisk us away from all of our worries?" I reach over on the nightstand between the two beds for my bottled water. "Magic isn't going to pay my bills or make my future a success. Hard work will," I take a sip of water to clear my parched throat before continuing. "Can't you ask Mom and Dad to go with you? Dad loves his Irish Lore as much as you do. Right now, all I want to love is sleep or caffeine." "Mom and Dad took the tour bus to Dublin," Meena explains hurriedly, obviously letting me know that the morning is getting late. "They got tired of waiting for you, and Dad wanted to view the ma

, Ethan whispered. Victor hesitated for a few moments. And then, “You were taken during an attack on the Cross estate. The estate was destroyed that night. Your parents fought to protect you. You were only five years old.” Ethan felt something cold settle in his chest. His nightmares started making sense now. Fragments returned to him. Fire everywhere. People screaming and running everywhere. A man lifting him. Running through the smoke. Pain tearing through his arms. Then silence. “I thought those were just nightmares.”

Appreciate your every blessing, every breath, every moment, because we do not know when our Goddesswill write our final day. Lots of love, your Madre.’ I close my eyes as the pain of her loss hits me once again. I stare down at the paper in hand, my tears blurring my vision. Why couldn’t you be here? Why did I have to lose you too? I wish I had never taken anything for granted. I see people get angry at their parents or find them to be burdens, but when they are gone, that’s when they’ll realise they were blessings. Looking at the letter, I frown slightly. And where is the other letter? Why wouldn’t Hugo have given it to me? Unless… she didn’t give it to him.

One wrong move, and she could lose everything. By the end of the day, Ava had made a decision. She couldn’t ignore the letters any longer. They were guiding her, shaping her, pushing her toward something she didn’t understand. And if she didn’t act, she might lose more than just trust or friendship—she might lose herself. That night, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out both letters. Laying them side by side, she traced the words with trembling fingers. Tomorrow, the choice will be yours.