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.

"So what if I did? The healer said Mnemowort can rouse an injured wolf and help Kane recall the past. Don't you want Kane to get his memory back, Beta Isla?" She obviously wanted Kane's memory back. She couldn't wait for him to recall how he'd hurt me to keep her safe, how icy he'd been to me, and how deeply he'd loathed me. She believed that once his memory returned, he'd be hers again. As Selena's words died out, I blanched on purpose and let the mug tremble in my hand. I let her taunt slide and turned to Kane on the bed, pain and disbelief burning in my eyes.

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.

I am not thread-bound today. I am unmapped. And for once, I feel more remembered this way. Elora (memory-held gesture) I placed a stone inside my sleeve. Not to carry it. To feel it shape motion when I reach. A reminder. Gesture does not prove presence. It lives beside it. Today the stone pressed once against my arm when Maximus passed. I knew then Memory isn’t just what happened. It’s what reminds you gently that it doesn’t need to happen again. Kehra (voice withheld)

she commented before calling out, "Come in, Liam." Taking a deep breath, Reasa deposited her plate and cutlery into the dishwasher and then turned to greet the Vârcolac. "You had sufficient time to read the entire book? "Eidetic memory," he grinned, the book on dream walking tucked under his arm at his side. "I brought it back so you could read it later. It really is fascinating."

That is what I am starting to believe, and I think Pierce has done so for some time. “Got it?” He pushes off the doorframe, extending his arm out for me to take. “Yep, got it.” “A shoebox with stickers on?” “No, it’s my memory box…with…” I pull the lid off, reaching in for my Mum’s small black leather pocket book. It had every contact, every business deal, every bank account in her name…including every password. “This.” “And what is this?” He asks, sceptical of the small book in my hand.

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