Lost Ones From Another World Novels & Stories

Her smile returned. “But you haven't stopped the plan.” Kaira remained completely still. “What plan?” Mariah said nothing. Kaira stood. She understood one thing immediately. This was bigger than Darren. Much bigger. And somewhere beyond the walls of River Shine Pack, someone was still waiting. Watching. Planning. And preparing for their next move. --- That same night, far away from River Shine Pack, a hooded figure stood beside a large window overlooking the city. A phone rested against his ear. “The poison failed.”

Something that did not belong to either universe. Or the Interworld. A deep sound echoed from beyond the gate. Not a roar. Not a voice. A heartbeat. Boom. The Interworld shook. Boom. A distant star exploded. Boom. Every Origin One turned. Anira's face had become completely still. Caelum looked toward the darkness. "That can't be possible." Liana looked at him. "What is it?" He didn't answer immediately. And that frightened her. Caelum had faced the Origin Ones. He had abandoned the Origin Realm.

"No..." The Stranger whispered. "It cannot be." The White Book continued writing. 'When the Final Reader opens the Last Story...' Another line appeared. 'Every forgotten world shall return...' The sky above the White Tree cracked from horizon to horizon. Brilliant rivers of light poured through the fractures. Within those rivers... Adrian saw countless familiar faces. Thomas. Edward. Lucien. Evelyn. And thousands of people whose stories had already been erased. None of them were speaking. They were watching.

I stepped away. The veil above bent like fabric in the wind. The tear beckoned. Inside, I could feel it__ the echo of his presence. Familiar, twisted, waiting. I began to run. The Forgotten Ones parted as I moved through them, not stopping me. Not helping. Just… observing. Like they were curious what I would become. The tear loomed ahead. A chasm of stars and unknowable light. I didn't hesitate to dove into it and world folded, colors shattered, everything I had ever known vanished behind me.

“…We both did.” Lucien managed a broken smile, its corners trembling. “Then it isn’t over.” The wind changed. The air grew colder, thinner — and from the cracks around them, shadows began to rise. They were tall, faceless, their edges flickering like flame, and where their feet touched the ground, light recoiled. Travian’s whisper coiled through Soren’s spine. The Forgotten Ones… the gods we replaced. Lucien’s expression hardened. He lifted his hand, golden energy sparking at his fingertips. “They followed us through.”

"Call the healer. And... Elder Moira." Jarek hesitated. "Moira? She hasn't left the caves for years." "She will today," Cael assured him, his tone making it clear this was not a request. As Jarek left, Aurora grabbed Cael's hand with a strength that surprised them both. "They are coming," she whispered, her glazed eyes fixed on something only she could see. "Who, my Luna?" "The Forgotten Ones. Those who walk between worlds." Her body arched on the bed, muscles tensing like violin strings about to snap. "They know I heard them!"

Through this gate, The First Ones will return. "The First Ones?" Marcus asked. "Ancient beings from before the time of wolves," Elias explained, his face pale. "Monsters so terrible they were banished to another world. If they return..." He didn't need to finish. They both knew what it meant: the end of everything. As Marcus reached for another folder, a small picture slipped out. He picked it up and froze. It showed Luther, younger but familiar, standing next to a beautiful woman. And beside them was Celeste—the witch who had helped Kamla. They were all smiling, looking like old friends.

Nicholas said. “The Lost ones are invading?” Matthew asked with a frown. “Odd right? Usually, we should have thirty more years before we hear of them,” Nicholas said. The lost ones were those that lived in the shadow realm. This was a realm they could access during a supermoon. Even when they access it, they only venture to the second level. The ancient creatures are bound to the shadow realm until a short time every hundred years when they could step out to the human world. They were vicious creatures that were killed without care. They particularly dislike werewolves from the human wolf, so they create a lot of conflict.

Elara questioned, her voice shaking. The old man sighed, "When the Time's Tear was taken, it shattered the balance of our world. Time streams merged, and histories collided. We're now trapped in a distorted reality." Aria's eyes darted around, "But where are all the people?" Zephyrus looked away, pain evident in his gaze. "Many were lost during the merging, and those who remain... are not the same." Suddenly, a low growl echoed nearby. Shadows began to form, converging into wraith-like figures, their eyes glowing an eerie blue.

Hope asked, her emerald-crimson eyes reflecting the collapsing nerves. "It’s the Chamber of the First Alpha’s Absence," Leo said, his runes turning a steady, lethal indigo. "It’s where the High Council stores the Things You Lost in the Dark." Suddenly, the floor of the surgical theater vanished, and we began to fall. But this time, the air didn't smell of ozone or lilies. It smelled of Old Paper and Childhood Rain. We hit the floor of the Seventh Layer: The Archive of the Abandoned. It was a world made of millions of floating, silver-grey photographs—images of every moment we had ever lost or forgotten.