Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable Novels & Stories

I knew this was only the beginning of our legacy. A destiny fulfilled. A secured future and an unbreakable bond that would withstand anything. Together, Forever.

Making memories that would survive whatever came next. Afterward, we lay tangled together. Skin against skin. Hearts beating in sync. The bond humming between us. Alive. Present. Unbreakable. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” he said into the darkness. “Whatever Nightshade does. However, this ends. Know that these moments. These memories. They’re real. They’re ours. They’re forever.”

Content in the present yet anticipating the future, we stepped forward, our hearts entwined, our bond unbreakable—a new tale waiting ever patiently on the horizon. Forever begins here, in the quiet strength of dawn, as echoes of a forgotten past whisper promise that may yet unfold. But no matter what is to come, we will face it together.

, Lucy noticed that Marianne begun to stare blankly at her plate. As if she was remembering a past moment of her life, one that made her want to drop a tear and smile at the same time. She lifted her head up and smiled. “Let’s get ready for the mall now shall we?” Marianne said as she begun to place the plates into the sink. Lucy hoped she didn’t say anything to trigger a fragile moment.

Because after all this time— after all the history, the fear, the loss, the remembrance— the name was finally about to return. And somewhere within the silence before it was spoken— something unexpected happened. The forgotten presence responded.

With renewed determination, he vowed to face the challenges ahead, to confront the darkness that threatened to consume them all. In the days that followed, Athdal and his pack prepared for the battle that lay ahead. They trained tirelessly, honing their skills and learning to harness the full extent of their hybrid abilities. As they grew stronger, so too did their bond, the ties that bound them together as a family becoming ever more unbreakable.

And the Phoenix Pact burned bright. It was not the end. It was the beginning. A blaze that would keep rising. In every town. In every voice. In every girl who dared to speak.

"No. Now I believe in what remains long enough to be reconstructed." Thinking stones. Caelan pressed the heel of his hand against one as they walked by. The stone was warm, not from sunlight, but from remembrance. Elira didn't say a word. She only shifted slightly so their shadows touched. 6:17 PM — Original Deck, Southern Anchor The new revision of the latest clause was in progress. Clause Thirty-Three: That which is carried together shall not be forgotten alone. The writers' group had argued the last wording. Whether to use "remembered" or "honored" rather than "not forgotten.

I knew the street by heart, I knew the way it looked like, I couldn't forget, never could I forget. It had been long since I last set foot in that place, yet the image remains etched in my memory as if it were yesterday. The image wasn't even ready to go, it was like an evil spirit that latched upon me and I repeat that I don't need to look at any document or photograph to recall the address; it was ingrained in my mind, a part of me.

The light remembered. The love remembered. The being remembered. Always. And ever. And on. The welcome remembered. The warmth remembered. The infinite remembered. Forever. The cursed wolf was the first who remembered. The light was the remembering she was. Love was the reason she remembered. The universe remembered. Because we remembered. Together. In every heart remembered. In every choice remembered. In every breath remembered. The light. The love. The remembering. Always. The manor was the heart remembered. The garden was the soul remembered.