Memories Of The Future Dramione Novels & Stories

"December 23, 2035. Why? Irene, seriously, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." 2035? Ten years. Ten fucking years into the future. The time loop had dumped me here, in some twisted future where everything had shifted. Brielle with Zane, Gideon dead, me apparently trying to kill Devon at his funeral? And Devon—alive, leading whatever this was. And we, back as sworn enemies. So, which meant he later remembered me, right? Since I'm ten years into the future. I glanced back at the podium. Devon was stepping down now, shaking hands with a few alphas, smiling that sharp, controlled smile. I wanted to run to him, scream his name, make him remember. But the witch's words echoed: stuck

"She contains your divine life energy... remember she has the potential of being stronger than both of us combined. Let's put our trust in her." Phuture nodded. "So we continue fighting alongside The Union Army?" Phuture just wished she could remember things on her own without the help of Terrance. But perhaps she had been shot in the head, and her memories were broken like their soul. Her memories from being at home were cloudy. There were many pieces of her memory that were obviously missing. For example, Phuture approached the bible to perform her divine technique but couldn't remember how to commence the technique. Not only was Celie's memories fragmented, but Phuture's memories of her o

What if these memories—these vivid, detailed memories—were just my brain's way of coping with trauma? "Let's try something else," Dr. Reeves said. "I want you to focus on one specific memory. A clear one. Something recent that you can verify actually happened." "Like what?" "The gender reveal party. You mentioned it in both timelines. Focus on the current timeline version. The one where you exposed Damien. Walk me through it." I closed my eyes. Focused. The party materialized. Not the version where Sienna announced her pregnancy. The other one. Where I was in control.

"Weren't we supposed to be swimming and going wild? This definitely wasn't part of the plan, so let's forget it ever happened." "Okay. I imagine us together a year from now. We'll be drunk as hell in a club, then we'll go home, have wild sex, and wake up confused, not remembering anything that happened," I said in a dramatic tone, hoping to get at least a reaction from him. He chuckled. "You'll remember it because you won't be able to walk properly." I laughed, imagining something like that happening to me. "That's so unfair. Why do I get to suffer?"

"I'll just save myself the stress, you'll go back now but you won't remember this conversation." "The only thing you'll remember are your past life memories. You won't remember the deal nor the repercussion of Damon rejecting me." "Please don't." I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please don't do this to me." I yelled through tears watching as his body slowly fade away. "Sorry but I don't give a shit about you, I only care for my deal to be properly done." He left while I sat there crying till everything felt numb, I stared at my thumbs not knowing what to do.

She knew that they still had a long way to go, but she was determined to help Ryder regain his memories. "I remember something else," Ryder whispered, his voice filled with excitement. Maya's heart leapt with joy. "What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze filled with a deep love. "I remember the way we used to talk about our future," he whispered. "I remember the way we used to dream about building a life together." Maya's heart soared with joy. Ryder was remembering their dreams, their aspirations.

But that was not all it would do. The Draught of Forgotten Years was subtle. It did not burn or cramp or cause visible distress. It simply... erased. Memories faded like morning mist. Faces blurred. Names dissolved. Bonds went silent. By the time she woke, she would not remember Lucian. Would not remember the curse. Would not remember the life she had lived before this room. She would be mine. I heard her call out. "Darius?" "Darius," Her voice came out weak, slurred. I stepped in with a soft smile on my face watching her closely.

“Well, Daemon is dead set in getting mated to Oliver in the next three weeks, and apparently, I have only three weeks to think about it before rejecting him.” “You have three weeks, and you haven't even found anything on the first day? How incompetent can you be?” He asked in an annoyed tone. “It seems like I've wasted my time in finding the cure to getting your wolf back, and maybe even getting your memories back.” My eyes flew wide in surprise. “What do you mean? You've found it? Where is it?” My pulse raced as I thought of getting my wolf back and getting my memories back. I was sick and tired of these planted memories in my head.

“Remember in the ‘Beauty and the Beast’ Movie, the beast was tamed by the beauty. Nephilim doesn’t care about feelings and emotions, neither they feel anything for anyone, so if this situation ever comes into your life that you have to deal with him in that way. I am not sure whether it would work or not. But it worth trying.” . “That situation will not come until I am alive. And there is no way I could feel anything for that monster.”, I announced before leaving. Daina chuckled softly at my outburst. . . Diana’s POV . . “Do you think that situation will never come?”, I asked the only person who could see the glimpse of the future, but he just smiled. . “Time will answer your question.”, He

"What went wrong? I don't remember anything after... after the hallway got crowded." She turned to Damon, and the worry must've shown on her face because his expression softened. "I think it got worse," she admitted quietly. "I'm seeing things that are real. Like, somehow looking into the future." Damon stepped closer and gently lifted her chin with his fingers, making her meet his eyes. "Relax," he said, his voice low and steady. "We're going to help you. You're going to get better. That's why you're here."