Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring Novels & Stories

--- The Forgotten Song In the city once called Lunareth, the Heartfire still burned. But few remembered why. The temple had become a monument— a relic of an older age. Priests tended the flame now, but their prayers were empty, their songs mechanical. They recited words from books whose meanings had long been lost. > “Lyra of Light, Kaenor of Flame, guide us through shadow, guard us from shame.” The words were beautiful, but hollow. And yet, some nights, when the moon turned faintly red,

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 Twins’ POV** Silas kicks a pebble across the frost-hardened ground, his breath visible in the predawn chill. “Lyra says the Forgotten Ones eat light. Like *shadows*.” Selene shivers, her glow dimming. “But we’re light. Does that mean they’ll…?” “They’ll try,” Silas interrupts, jaw set. “But we’ll burn them first.” We need to stand strong and united through passing any obstacles A howl slices through the silence—long, mournful, wrong. The twins freeze clutching themselves together

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.

“It was so cheesy, but hey, it worked.” “Then there was the time she waited outside the hot springs in the bitter cold. Apparently, she brought a coat for Roy, and we all saw right through her. She was probably looking to join Roy for a soak.” “And they say gold diggers don’t put in the work, but look at Willow. She sure pulled out all the stops.” Amid the roaring laughter, Roy recalled that he invited Willow over on a whim, only to forget about her while chatting with a friend. As it was a private estate, the security guards turned her away, and because Roy did not have his phone with him, it took four hours for her call to reach him after his soak.

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.

I neglected the sense of death closing in. “The headmaster has been forewarned not to interfere. His claims are baseless and this territory is under the might of the Council. We cannot let you in!” Twice. Twice they’ve held me back, and I didn’t wait for the third time. I was impatient for death—probably. I summoned my shadow and it took me nothing but a pirouette to escape the spears dancing toward me. One blink, two blinks, and my prey found themselves on their knees, screaming as their body gave birth to wounds, their eyes looking blank with the memories they wanted to forget.

A speech of regret was running endlessly in my mind, which, of course, I forgot as soon as I saw her again. Although she was so well groomed and beautiful, you could see on her face that it broke her inside. When she was with me she seemed so well, and now though she was hiding, she was dull and sorrowful. Not even the most professional make-up could erase the pain that came from the human soul and mirrored itself on her face like the shadow that stood in the sun's way’s rays. Missing was the sparkle in her eyes. Even the smile she wore was false. “I’m glad you’ve arrived. Are you all right?” I asked, pretending not to notice anything.