Lost Chapter Novels & Stories

For one second, I had been chosen. And he threw me away like I was nothing. Tears burned down my cheeks. I pressed a hand against my chest, right over the spot where my heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand jagged pieces. I had heard stories of rejected mates. How the pain of rejection could drive wolves mad. How some never survived it. But I didn’t get the chance to grieve. Because just as I sucked in a shaky breath, I heard something outside my window. A rustle. A shadow.

This time he used the other name he knew who had a bad temper. “--lost.” He heard her speak and he didn’t hear any other sound after that. He went to the couch and looked at the door, waiting for them to come out. Inside the room, Kyla was sitting on the floor, she saw blood on her feet and it reminded her of awful things she had run away when they were little. “I’m lost.” she quietly said before she was pulled back to blackness.

Memories of that night was forgotten and the incidents stopped, no one knew who saved the lost girls and women and they all moved on {Notice, Quest [Mystery of the full moon disappearance] successfully completed, a [Reward] will be given}

I stare my mother down, I was never going to let her win. “Do you not want to be with your true love?” There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice and I just knew that she was planning something. She begins walking backwards gradually fading into the darkness whilst laughing and before I had time to blink, I could hear voices around me. I called out to the darkness but it was too late, she was gone. What are we going to do?. I have no fucking idea, but we will take her down. The voices become clearer and I hear Alice chatting to Marcus apologizing for being a witch. Erik is talking to Chris and I hear Erik ask if Lacey is alive. Why would he care if Lacey was alive, she had betrayed us all.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Each physical attribute so much like the woman he’d lost and at the same time made new by the passage of time. He didn’t know how he was going to keep her from disappearing again, only that he was desperate to do so. The memory was all too vivid of the day he’d come home to their apartment to find her gone, with no word to anyone about where or how to find her. He paused as beside him, Teri stood tiptoe, stretching above her head for a small vial just out of her reach on the shelf.

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”

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.

"He really did it. He really left." "Who is he?" Vrethie cried. "So much for being the worlds best psychic." Eigen cried, grinning widely as he entered the house through the window - how a gaping hole in the side of the house. "You didn't even feel me arrive." Everyone, including Miaka and Kai, took a sidestep and jumped through the hole into the windy garden. Where the monster had landed was now nothing but a bomb site - flattened to ash and dust. "Ashes to ashes - dust to dust," the moster whispered, picking up the blackened sand. It slipped through his fingers like a egg timer, counting down the minutes to the end of days.

I held her as she fell. “I… tried,” she whispered. “I know,” I said, tears falling. Her head lolled. Chloe. Gone. We buried her at dawn—no tomb, no marker. Just a stone and a single word carved into it: Sister. Alpha Tristan stood beside me. “She was lost,” he said. “So was I,” I whispered. Lydia placed a flower. “And now…?” “Now we watch,” I said. “We wait. Ghosts don’t always rest.”