Lost Chapter Novels & Stories

Darkness appeared beneath. Then the Fourth Crown laughed. A deep ancient laugh. "GOOD." The village vanished. Everything disappeared. The houses. The flames. The people. Gone. Then Thomas stood alone. In darkness. Pure darkness. Then another scene appeared. Different. This time it wasn't the past. It was the future. Then his heart stopped. Immediately. Because he saw Lily. Lying on the ground. Dead. Then Ava. Dead. Then Kael. Then Selene. Then Rowan.

The loss and grief threatened to consume him entirely, but he knew he had to persevere. Morning arrived with a soft golden glow filtering through the forest, awakening him from his troubled slumber. Determined to forge ahead, he rose with renewed determination and continued his arduous journey. As he neared the old campsite where his pack had met their tragic end, a pang of sorrow reverberated through his heart. The atmosphere itself seemed to mourn their loss, and the air was dense with grim remembrances. Upon reaching the charred remnants of the camp, Damon was struck by a chilling realization. The secret room, where they once kept their most valuable possessions, had been violated, leavin

Chapter 3 'How am I still alive?' Mika wondered. That question was her only focus. 'I was supposed to be dead by now. I didn't plan for this. I have no idea what to do past this point.' Kai turned on the porch lights and entered the apartment building, kicking the front door open with a hefty thud. Lights flickered in the hallway as they climbed the stairs and led her into the most unlikely room. Numerous display cases boasted relics of the old world in conditions she had up to then only dreamed were possible.

The valley was quiet like a mournful song after the last howl. Emily stood on the remains of the Moonshadow ritual circle, her heritage shattered emblem fractured below her feet. Her skin had ash on them, smoke and scorched blood wafting up her nostrils. Though her spirit was lost in depth of grief, she firmly held Alexander's hand.

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.

Because she never looked real to me. Not with those soft eyes and warm laughter. Not beside someone like me. Rose belonged in sunlight. I belonged in blood. Maybe deep down, I always knew that. Maybe that’s why losing her destroyed me so completely. The night she disappeared, I searched the entire city for her. Every street. Every apartment. Every friend she ever mentioned. Nothing. No goodbye. No explanation. Nothing. And Lorenzo— God, Lorenzo laughed. “She finally realized what you are,” he told me while pouring himself a drink inside the estate library. “Smart girl.”

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.”

And I heard something answer. Faintly. However, not in language. With memory. And it wasn’t mine. And it wasn’t kind. Lila The thread returned at midnight. not packaged. Not encircled. Scattered. Thirteen fragments across the moss path. Each piece is unique one is smooth, one is burned, and one is frayed. I gathered them slowly. Not to repair. To ask what they remembered. Only one pulsed. The one I believed I had lost on the day Saela went into exile. It pulsed and pulsed and pulsed.

Denice felt the sting of the sarcasm in her friend’s voice and winced, “I’m sorry Zara, I wish I could be of more help to you.” Zara sighed and calmed down a bit, maybe she was being a bit to hard on her friend, “I’m sorry, I know you mean well.” She had just not been able to catch a break and now the last words of Elder Lysara were haunting her every waking moment. “The answers you seek lie in what is already lost… Find what is lost and you will find the answers you are missing.” The answers lay in what was already lost? What did that even mean? What was lost in the first place?