Memory's Legion Novels & Stories

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

"Lily. Listen dear, I know you are optimistic. But dear, I have lots of memories with my mama here. In this house, in the garden, in the backyard. Believe me, I can still see myself playing with my mother here and there. I can still feel her presence around me. How can I leave this place? Sicily has seen me growing. This place has seen me from my first cry to my first puberty. The streets of this city have seen my rash drive, my first achievement, my first laugh. This city made me who I am. The composed, calm girl. I will never forget this city." "Myra, once we get new memories, we learn to live with them. That doesn't mean that we have forgotten our past memories. That does mean that we can

Aiden's face went pale. The First Heart smiled. “Now you understand.” The Mother Before Creation backed away. “No.” Lyra looked at her. “What?” The Mother shook her head. “I thought I destroyed the memories.” “You didn't.” “No.” Aiden whispered, “She couldn't.” Lyra looked at him. “Why?” “Because memories cannot die.” The alternate Lyra raised her hand. The cracks widened. Millions of forgotten versions of their family appeared. Children. Warriors. Queens. Kings.

A drop of his power reached for me in a similar fashion, and when our powers met, the sensation was different from anything else I've ever felt before. Images flashed through my mind, like thinking about old memories except they weren't mine. I saw people I didn't recognize in places that looked vaguely familiar. I remembered the feeling of holding my children close, even though I didn't have any. I remembered fighting to my last breath to protect them and the rest of the Family as they were all hunted down like criminals. I started to take a step back as I realized exactly what Poe was; who he was. Don't break the connection, Poe's voice whispered in my mind. I don't have the strength to he

Legion. "It's memory." I blinked. The static cleared. I saw my reflection in his golden eyes. My eyes weren't violet anymore. They were a blinding, solid silver. "And I know how to fix it."

“I’ll fight with you. We still don’t know how many legions are there waiting for us.” “Alpha, I’m not calling them legions.” She rolled her eyes at me, not because I call the wraiths legion but how I looked at her. She was a badass Luna and a warrior. She handled those fuckers with ease. “Legions sound legendary, and they don’t deserve it.”

said Alexa. "You're right, Alexa. It's done to the legendary goddesses who are half-vampires. It brings out the evil side of a vampire and alters the memory of a legendary goddess who is half-vampire. And if Zack succeeds in his plan if it's true that he has Sophie, he'll be able to control and alter her memory, and when that happens, it'll be the end of all of us," said the king "WHAT?!?" we all exclaim, trying to take in everything the king said.

The scar lay quietly against his skin, a dark, raised ridge that matched the vision perfectly. "No." His voice was barely a whisper, as if he were talking to himself. "It wasn't me." "I never went to that meadow. I never... never touched Echo." He whipped his head around to glare at the witch on the dais, his pupils shifting into slits as a crimson fury flooded his eyes. "Your magic is flawed! Someone has tampered with this memory!" The witch flinched, but she still shook her head, her voice trembling. "Alpha, memory magic cannot be altered; it can only be witnessed. I swear by the witch's creed, this vision is the absolute truth, the deepest imprint burned into the Luna's soul."

"You're not just a Flameblood. You're a daughter of the Veil. A ward of Ceres. She'll never forgive us if we let you—" "She'll never have to forgive me if it ends this," Lena said, standing. Her voice was steady, but her fingers trembled. "This forge is more than a weapon. It's a memory machine. It keeps feeding the Red Court's remnants with echoes of the wars they lost. As long as it lives, they remember their rage." "And without memory," Thorne said bitterly, "the war ends." "No," Lena corrected. "Without that memory. Let them remember their losses. But not that hatred. Not that hunger."

A middle-aged man and a younger man burst into the room. I didn’t recognize either of them. “Lily, you’re awake? Let me see you!” The young man, who didn’t seem like the emotional type, suddenly acted like a frantic child. He pushed the woman aside and tried to hug me. I pulled back, uneasy. “Hey, who are you? Don’t just grab people like that.” He froze as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling. The middle-aged man went rigid too. His voice shook as he said, “She’s really lost her memory? Why would God punish me like this? She’s my only daughter. I never even had the chance to make things right.”