Lost Among The Living Novels & Stories

The man she loved, the father of her child, was still alive but now a stranger to his own memories. Mariah's tears fell like raindrops, each one carrying the weight of years of longing, hope, and despair. Her voice, laden with grief, broke the heavy silence that hung between them. "All these years, I thought Adam was gone. I believed he never got to see his own child, that he never got to experience any of it," Mariah whispered, her words echoing the ache in her heart. "Now, he's alive, but he doesn't remember anything. Fate has always been so cruel to us."

I just want to enjoy my life, this is my second life already because of what happened yet revelations keep breaking me. I am a broken glass, I glued myself but then now I am broken again and this time I do not know how to fix it anymore. If it can still be fixed. “Sshh, sshh. Cry all you want, I am here okay? I’ll be with you,” Aunt Elina murmured as she pulled me into a tight hug once again. I may be so drained already that after I rested my head on Aunt Elina’s shoulder everything went black. VALEN

But like a man who had lost his soul. And somewhere beyond the shattered hall, beyond the cries of the survivors, the heavens wept for them both. THE END.

The land of the dead, with its eerie whispers and haunting spirits, suddenly seemed like an apt reflection of my own internal landscape. Without Megan, what was life worth? The world of the living felt hollow, a mere facade without the person who had given my existence meaning. I had faced battles, I had overcome trials, all with the belief that one day, I would be reunited with her. And now that hope was shattered, leaving only the emptiness of loss in its wake.

They stood in rolls and colons. "We are on earth. My father's wish was to rule the Earth but it didn't come to pass. As his son and the rightful heir to the throne, I'll make sure I fulfill every of his wish. We must find the lost blood. I know it's hard but, we must. She's the only way we can live normally and come out under the sun. Once it's sundown, go and find the lost blood. Bring her to me alive" "Yes Master!" They chorused.

I only want to regain my freedom before I die. Sensing my resolution, she frantically grabbed me. "No! You can't leave us. Even if you have to die, you must die by my side!" Suddenly, I felt the world spin around me as pain surged through my entire body. It was then that I realized I had forgotten to take my medication the night before. I hurriedly pulled out my bottle of pills from my pocket. Just as I unscrewed the cap, she started violently tugging me away. Caught by surprise, I lost my grip on the bottle. As it fell on the floor, so did I.

A lot of people had lost theirs. My thoughts were drawn to Ford, Aria, Rao, and Serena, who’d all lost a mate to the false elites. Then I thought about Reggie, who lost two and her friends as well. Being alone in the world was terrible, being alone in this world was the absolute worst thing I could think of. “How did you know?” I asked Reggie.

Victor made a noise somewhere behind Damien. Nobody acknowledged it. Then Astera raised a glowing hand. Above them, the city lights shifted. Images appeared in the air. Living memories. Ancient scenes projected across the cavern. Everyone looked up. And gasped. The images showed the Lost City. Not abandoned. Not sleeping. Alive. Thriving. Thousands of people walked its streets. Silver towers reached toward the sky. Children laughed. Families gathered. Life existed everywhere. Then the image changed. A disaster. The sky cracked open with silver storms.

Arms came around me as a loud sob rippled through me. It was not okay. I was not okay. Everything was falling apart and I was just hanging by a thread, a weak fucking thread, just fucking hoping and wishing that I was able to salvage whatever was left of my life. I was in Italy because I lost. I was in this underground house, with the people whom I dreaded being in their presence because I lost. Julia was dead because I lost. Losses. Losses. Fucking losses. That was the story of my life—I was always a loser.

She will certainly outlive Zeke and Gabriel in their current form. They say the past catches up with you, but that is more true for me than most. I live over and over. Moving as each natural cycle ends and begin my life again somewhere new. I have lost so many loved ones it became unbearable, so I gradually became more reclusive. The loss of another child was the final straw. I had been holed up and living like a hermit for decades, when who should unearth me but the last man I ever expected or wanted to see.