Lost Chapter Novels & Stories

It held no door just a veil of ink mist that pulsed like a heartbeat, Across the top, it read: “Only those who remember what they lost may pass.” Kael stepped forward, But the mist slammed him back, Ashen caught him mid-fall. “You forgot Sera,” Ashen murmured. “To get the fragment.” Kael nodded, breathing hard. “She’s gone from me.” “I’ll go.” Ashen stepped forward, but the mist pulsed again, And whispered: “You have no losses, only edits.” Ashen hissed. “Then who?” Behind them, a whisper answered: “Me.”

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

she smiled. Carmella nodded with a confident smile “you’re right, but how am I going to kill that bitch?” Azora cleared her throat “you have a million advantage Carmella, she lost the memory of her past after she survived what happened years back but it didn’t stop there, the effects of the accident is worse cause she keeps forgetting whatever happened the previous day the next day.” Carmella grinned “I observed that and Azora it isn’t an accident, if she had died back then I wouldn’t be doing this now.”

I hugged her and comforted her until she fell asleep. Devon got lost in his thoughts as he recall what happened that morning. He also remembered Lucy's face and the green flecks in her eyes as he looked at her. "Damn, Hannah. I just miss you so much." Devon said as tears fall from his eyes. After a few moments, he composed himself and drove off. Meanwhile, inside Room 515. Hell was about to break loose. Cassidy's eyes started to open and she saw the Callalillies at the table at the foot of her bed.

He winked at me and tap my purchase before leaving. He's really annoying. He is so full of his self. I would have walk when I notice there's a chocolate bar in my cart. I don't remember buying it. I'm on my way on returning it since I have thought that Knight is the one who put that. But as soon as I am putting it in a shelf, I notice that the chocolate was already scan. It means that it's already paid. Does Knight forgot it or he's just giving it to me? Good thing I haven't spend all the golds in my card. I need to buy some stuff for our class. I need notebooks, pen and paper, and a bag too.

The more we discovered, the more the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, illuminating a complex tapestry of love, loss, and the resilience of the human spirit. Our journey led us to distant lands and unfamiliar faces, where we encountered allies and adversaries alike. We navigated through a labyrinth of clues, guided by ancestral whispers and the determination to unearth the complete truth. It was a race against time, as forces sought to bury the past and silence those who dared to bring it to light.

The air stood still, heavy with anticipation, as I whispered, "Are you Athara? Are you the love I lost, returned to me?" She hesitated, her eyes flickering with vulnerability before she let out a heavy sigh, as if the past had materialized before her. "Yes," she murmured, her voice laced with a bittersweet longing. "I am Athara, lost but never forgotten." In that moment, the weight that had burdened my soul for so long began to lift. Time had played its twisted game, weaving our fates across millennia, only to reunite us in this dimly lit bar. The echoes of time resounded within our hearts, whispering a tale of reunion and redemption.

Chris spoke. “he’s left...with the time machine. We are too late,” she spoke. Her head is bleeding. “Alaric hit me with something and everyone here. If I came back to consciousness, saved both before it got too late. But it’s too late for AL330.” she looked at the broken parts lying on the floor. We survived and came through all of this and can’t able to stop Alaric. Everything was done. We lost. Alex and Malcolm woke after some minutes. "What happened to him? " Alex screamed, seeing AL330. He took his chip and looked in sorrow.

The "Plot Hole" was not a physical cavern; it was a conceptual vacuum. As the sapphire glass of the courtyard dissolved into the "Draft Archive," Silas and Lyra felt the "Weight of the Narrative" shifting. They weren't falling through air; they were falling through "Unused Ideas." They saw versions of themselves that had never been written—a Silas who never regretted the rejection, a Lyra who became a vampire queen, a Kaelen who was never born.

I am woken up by a sharp rapping. "Go away, Meena!" frustrated I can't sleep on my vacation. We went to fairy hill yesterday! What could she possibly want to do today that is so important? But the rapping on the door grows insistent. And then it hits me. I'm no longer in Ireland or in the correct century! Meena isn't here! I open my eyes in a panic, seeing nothing but blackness, and I am disoriented. Remembering yesterday's events, I recall I was in a small cell and a cook for a Prince and Princess of Troy!