Precious Memories Temple Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand how they can be so mean Dr Neill, I work so hard on campus. I’m captain of the netball club; I started the glamour girls club to give us girls more confidence.” Jenny rambles on about her activities as Dr Neill’s mind begins to wander. Today is a significant day for the doctor, today is the eighth anniversary of his son’s disappearance. “Dr Neill?” He is abruptly pulled from his daydream. “Yes of course Jenny” An alarm goes off on Dr Neil’s phone. “We will have to continue this matter on your next session Jenny.

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

“…Welcome back. The Temple of Memory. Samuel did not wake in darkness. He woke in memory. The scent hit him first. Rich, Familiar, Impossible. Wood, Leather, Whiskey, Heat. His breath caught sharply as his eyes snapped open. And he was no longer in the tank. He was sitting In a booth. Soft lighting above him, Muted voices in the distance, Music low, pulsing, distant. The Lunar Eclipse. Not as it had decayed. Not as it had been preserved. But as it had been. Perfect and Alive. Untouched by time. Samuel’s chest rose sharply as he looked around, disbelief threading through every movement. “No…” he whispered.

The Veil of Echoed Childhood was a quieter, more intimate ritual held in the manor’s Crystal Memory Chamber. Here, the walls shimmered with soft, living reflections of guests’ earliest memories, projected by the Bound Spirits as gentle, glowing scenes. It was meant to honor innocence before the final, darker nights of the solstice.

Her gaze found Aria first. Stayed there. “The Temple has called,” she said. The words dropped like stones. Kael straightened. “What do you mean, ‘called’?” he asked. Nyra’s eyes did not leave Aria’s. “Temple of the Moon,” she said. “The old one. The one built before Rowan’s line ever dreamed of sitting on a throne. Its doors have been shut for years. Its rites gone quiet. Until now.” Aria’s mark pulsed.

The walls themselves were remembering. Savannah watched figures walk across the stone. A man with silver eyes. A woman wrapped in moon-white robes. A little boy ran between them. Families. Wars. Coronations. Funerals. Thousands of years unfolded in silence. Lucas swallowed. "The Temple isn't showing stories." "It's showing history." Another tremor shook the chamber. The largest pillar cracked with a deafening boom. Instead of collapsing, it split cleanly down the middle. Inside... Something gleamed.

the Moon replied. Then Her tone shifted. Grew heavier. "But there is something you must see. Soon. Before the next storm." Luna's stomach dropped. "What?" she asked. The Moon did not answer directly. Instead, She sent an image: The Moon Temple. Empty. Lit only by starlight. The pool at its center reflecting not the sky, but a deeper place. A place where choices became visible. Where futures split. Where prices were named. "Come," the Moon said. "Tonight. Alone. It is time you understood what being Heir truly costs."

she whispered dramatically and James sighed beside Derek. “This isn’t about you, you know?” “I don’t care. She’s getting married at a magical temple under a full moon after discovering her soulmate was actually her lost childhood love!” Fiona hissed. “I am entitled to be excited!” The next few hours passed in a blur. Temple attendants guided us through ceremonial preparations and I barely had time to think. By evening, the entire temple looked transformed. Silver lanterns glowed softly along the pathways. Moonflowers decorated the altar chamber and sacred chants echoed faintly through the halls.The full moon shone brilliantly above the open temple ceiling. And somehow everything felt dreamli

"And what duty is that, Jasmine?" She giggled softly, her breasts jiggling against his chest. "To bring pleasure. Have I given you pleasure?" He grinned. "You have. I am very pleased." The Temple of Pleasure was a ruby pyramid in a ethereal, hidden valley in the mountains. After traveling for a very long time without seeing any living beings, Talyn came upon the temple, unsure of what it was. But tired and hungry, he walked into the jasmine gardens and encountered the young Priestess of the Primal Goddess, which was all she would tell him until he allowed her to take care of him, to bathe him and massage the weariness from his body.

“How do you forget the name of someone you met a week ago?” One of the small fry. She was no one important. “What are you doing?” she said, peeking over my arm to look at my notebook full of city defense notes. I let her follow me, not bothering to tell her to leave me alone. We walked slowly until we came to the church. Now knowing about the Moon Temple underneath, I looked at the small, worn-down building through new lenses. The crescents on the windows. The ethereal silver glow that the building was permanently bathed in. Even that subtle stench of death underneath all the incense.