Naruto Forgotten Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Can you forgive me? "Just give me more time, and we will hold the marking ceremony. Just sit tight and wait for me back home, okay?" I hung up nonchalantly. If he even cared about me one tiny bit, he'd realize that I have no friends who were going to be marked. Soon, Sienna's text came. [You don't get to force Duke to Mark you just because you want to be Luna. Did you think he would do it just because you bought a dress?] [Quit dreaming. He told me long ago that I'm the only Luna for him and the Forest Pack.]

I thought I could rewrite my story. But the Forgotten's mental manipulation was showing me the truth. That orphan who died alone, who never mattered to anyone, who suffered in silence while the world ignored her—she was still me. Still the core of who I was beneath all the power and bonds and cosmic significance. I was still the girl nobody wanted. And now the Forgotten were erasing even the identity I had built on top of those wounds, turning me into someone who would serve them willingly. Through the memory-torture, I felt myself forgetting why I had fought. Forgetting why autonomy mattered. The pain of my past was being rewritten to justify submission—if I had always been nothing, why res

Mune said telepathically. Why am I always forgetting about it?! "Because you're old." "If I am, then you will be." "Shush it. YOU, HIRO! GO, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! I WILL GO NOW!" I shouted and turned my back. While on my way to the basement, he suddenly showed up. He awarded me a sweet hug from behind. "Please come back soon, okay?" "Only if you tell me our status." "Only if you come back." "AISH!"

The lazy arrogance vanished completely. His fingers tightened around the armrest. His pupils widened. The color seemed to drain from his face. The name had dragged something out of him that had been buried beneath centuries of darkness. The Forgotten. He hadn't heard those words spoken aloud in an age. Not seriously. Not as a possibility. Not as anything other than a memory he had deliberately buried beneath layers of time. Selene watched him carefully. She continued. "And when The Forgotten return..." Her voice became quieter. "...all that exists shall stand upon the edge of nothing."

I always thought I had it bad but the truth is, I was still lucky. “How’s Nori?” I ask. “Well, he didn’t really lose all of his memory,” Drake replies, but I can feel that he was trying to be cautious. “What memory did he lose?” I asked, probing him. “Well,” Drake said as he looks at me and I can see the helplessness in his eyes. “He forgot that Lana is his Fated Mate,” I finished his sentence for him. The way his eyes became bigger was an indication that Nori hadn’t told anyone about it.

Isn’t it better to forget? Aria released her daughter’s hand and crossed the scorched floor. Cold pressed in, but she kept her shoulders square, the Luna’s mark glowing faintly on her palm. “I came back because forgetting doesn’t heal,” she whispered. “I came to show you that we survived. That we became more. The names they gave us are ash now.” The specter wavered, caught between fear and hope. Behind it, other figures stirred: sneering classmates, teachers who had turned away, faces carved from cruelty. Their laughter spilled through the air, sharp as broken glass.

He said. Yuto was contemptative. "Of course, I do. Thousands of years may have passed but I never forget." "That's rich. You already forgot your own name." Kurai scoffed. Yuto was counting the beads in his hand. "hmph"

please dont let them take this away from us. I wasnt a vision, this was too real to be fake and deep down, I knew I had experienced this before. I didnt need a soothsayer to say much to me. It was the same girl that I have been remembering. Thats when it hit it, after my mom killed my beloved, she went ahead to wipe my memory, hoping that I would never remember her and come asking questions The realisation of what she did shocked me and I stumbled back. Whispering, I said "you had my memory wiped."

Marcellus’s POV Suddenly, I am awakened by a gentle tap on my shoulder and a soft whimper. As I slowly open my tired eyes, I am met with the intense gaze of our loyal companion, who seems to be communicating a sense of urgency through her body language. She takes a step back and settles on the floor, her eyes darting between me and the closed door. It suddenly dawns on me that in my exhaustion, I had forgotten to leave the door open for her, in case she needed to go outside.

We sat in silence, finishing our drinks as I closed the laptop. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes. Stacy was right about one thing. After looking at these, even if I never got my memories back, this fundamentally changed me. The path going forward for my life was now altered. I could never go back. Not after seeing these. Knowing what I had and what I lost, I never wanted to love again. Everything would pale. Even Adrian was struggling with the concept of it.