Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring Novels & Stories

"Before life. Before death. Before names." The vision shifted. A single shadow appeared inside that endless brightness. It had no form. No face. No body. Yet the moment everyone saw it, their minds refused to remember its shape. It was like looking at a thought that did not belong to reality. "The First Forgotten." A cold feeling passed through Evelyn's body. "That is its name?" "No." The Blood God answered. "It no longer has one." The shadow moved. The white ocean began turning black. Stars appeared. Then they disappeared.

" When he heard that, Shane broke down. He clutched my hands with tears streaming down his face. "Lily, I'm so sorry, so very sorry... "I've let you down. I've let you and our little one down. I'm so sorry..." I inhaled sharply, holding back my own tears. I yanked my hands away. "You make me sick!" For covering up, among other charges, Shane got a ten-year stretch. Joanna, after her miscarriage, faced the music for her own misdeeds. After that day, our paths never crossed again. The Jackson Group was on the brink of collapse.

She observed her reflection, particularly noting her red and swollen eyes from crying for so long. She looked so haggard that she could barely recognize herself. Was that her in the mirror? More than anything else, she felt like she could not recognize Cleo anymore. Was this the same man who would go against the entire world for her sake? There was no telling if that very man was still there. The exhibition turned out to be a complete flop, but that only made her more determined to return all the money she owed Cleo. A few friends introduced her to various part-time jobs for her to bring in some quick cash. The jobs ranged from working as a caddy at a golf course to part-timing as a waiter i

The Neglected soldiers advanced together in sync. Castor grinned smugly. “The moment for making decisions has passed.” He raised his hand. The shadows moved. His voice echoed across the battlefield, deep, unwavering, ruthless. “Silvermoon is part of The Forgotten.” The shadows advanced rapidly. The conflict had started.

Willow had put in a transfer to the company’s out-of-state branch office and was due to start her new position after the holidays. Before the new year, Willow visited her father’s grave. She tended to the plot, clearing away the fallen leaves. Words failed her as a feeling of emptiness settled over her. Suddenly, she sensed a presence behind her, stopping just inches away. Then, a bouquet of flowers was placed in front of the headstone. Willow remained still. Roy, clad in black, got on his knees before the headstone.

I opened my eyes, the Fold of Shadows stretched before me—an endless landscape of crumbled ruins and twisting trees that bled black sap. The sky overhead was a dull silver-gray, like it had forgotten what light was. Everything around me pulsed with a haunting stillness, and the shadows… they moved. They didn’t just stretch and shift—they watched. They listened. Some of them looked like people who had lost their faces. Others crawled like beasts, dragging sorrow behind them like a chain. I took a cautious step forward, and the ground whispered beneath my feet, voices rising from the earth as if it remembered every soul who had fallen here.

IVY (POV) The plane shuddered as it descended, and I felt a strange tightening in my chest. It had been years since I left this place years spent trying to forget, to move on. And yet, there I was, back again like I had planned to. I couldn't quite name the emotion that gripped me. Resentment? Vengefulness? Maybe it wasn’t all that. After all, there were some beautiful things that came from this place…like my children…my adorable twins; Ethan and Lily.

The moonlight filtered through the forest, casting its glow onto an ancient manor. Andrew sat in a large leather chair, his fingers gently tapping on the wooden armrest. His gaze was as deep as the ocean. Ever since I left, everything in the manor had remained the same as when I had gone. The violin I loved still sat by the fireplace in the living room, and my favorite cup was still on the dining table. But I would never return. Andrew stared at our wedding photo hanging on the wall, studying the faint sorrow in our eyes. I used not to understand the sadness in Andrew's gaze, but now I did.

Repeated in each turn of summer, each fall of the leaves, even when winter kisses the ground, over and over he speaks as if a shadow in his own life. My lips tremble as I read on. Page after page. My gaze shifts upward as I check the date. 15 years. 15 years of longing. I hug my knees, and rest my chin on them as I read. Sometimes I think I am hiding from his words when my hand blocks the pages just to give myself a moment. The rain is like soft music and I am far too soon consumed. I have forgotten entirely. I do not exist. Shade Shadows does not exist. Xirrian Adonis Prime is alive, and he shows me his heart.

She hated what she’d become, but if she was not who she was today, then what direction was she supposed to be leaning? Z fell asleep with her eyes puffed and swollen with tears. Marjorie sighed as she went back inside. She knew not of what’s bothering her, but it seemed to be something much serious for her to break down like that. She’d seen a lot of lost wielders, lost shadows crying in despair, begging for something to latch unto because they knew that the place where they’d be falling was their worst nightmare.