Memory Keeper Book Novels & Stories

Rose Murdock's POV Raymond believed I had killed our parents. I couldn't even remember the last time he had called me 'honey.' I tilted my head up at the unfamiliar werewolf before me and, unable to help myself, nodded. "Alright." I followed a werewolf whose name I didn't even know into an unfamiliar house. The place was spotless. My gaze swept the room and landed on the coffee table, where several small white bottles were lined up in perfect order. I recognized them instantly—enhanced sedatives. That amount could have put five werewolves to sleep forever.

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

I kept walking. There was a place the Keeper told me to go next. She didn’t explain much, only that it was deep in the Hollow. She called it the Pool of Remembering. Said it would show me what I needed, not what I wanted. That didn’t comfort me. But I didn’t come here for comfort. I came to understand what was coming and how to stop it.

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

Eryx asked as he inched towards her. “Of course not. You deserve it,” she replied. Suddenly, Eryx’ instincts it's flared as he suddenly remembered that he had kept that book in his room. His eyes desperately peeped through every corner I'm the room, and he kept looking at Nova. But Nova was swift enough to hide the book, keeping it away from Eryx’ eyes. She didn't want Eryx to know that she had regained her memory

I continued my search until I pulled one out at random. "Alice in Wonderland," I hold it close to my chest, glancing around the room to sit down. I see a beautiful comfortable looking couch nestled into the corner next to a lit fireplace with furry blankets splayed across its back. I sat down, bring a blanket across my shoulders as I nestled into it and I opened my book and began to read. I rubbed my neck trying to sooth the dull ache that lingered from Leo’s mark. I noticed on a small table there was a small journal with pencils, and I walked over to it. I flipped through it, realizing that it was empty, so I grabbed it and brought it back to my little blanket den.

I paused, I was thinking if I'm doing the right thing. Ignoring my doubts, I continued. "Mom never stay there with me and instead went to grandma’s mansion. Or so I thought. One time, she woke me up and drag me outside then she drugged me until I fainted.” I look at Jace but all I see is an emotionless face.

The warmth of something that has completed its purpose and is in the process of returning to what it was before it was made into what it became. I closed my hand around it. And felt it go. Slowly. Gently. Like a fever breaking. I opened my hand. Empty. “Human testimony,” Damien said quietly beside me. Reading the situation without needing me to explain it. “The stones dissolved. The recordings dissolved. But forty-three enforcement wolves and seven mediators and two hundred wolves and every person who was in that packhouse today.” He held my gaze. “They are still here.” He was right. The evidence lived in memory now. Which was nothing. Memory was what the keepers had used to carry the origin

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.