Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring Novels & Stories

Duke and I were supposed to be marked in a couple weeks, and I would have held up the end of our promise if I waited until that day. But after I took my bath, I saw Sienna post on social media: [The strongest Alpha by day, queuing up to get my favorite soup in the evening. You knew me best since we were kids, and it's great to have you in my life.] And in the corner of that photo of a bowl of mushroom soup, was a man's hand. I recognized the watch—it was a couple set, the other one which I was wearing. I remember when we bought it, too—the day after the Forest Pack was founded.

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

Then everything went black as I was shrouded in the shadows of goodbye to all that I had ever known. After what must have been hours later, I awoke in an unfamiliar place. Fog surrounds me as hooded figures chant in a strange language. I try to move but I can't because my arms and legs are tied to a boulder with weird cravings in it. I try to scream but my voice comes out as a mere whisper. Shadows dance on the walls of this desolate cave before the ground begins to shake. The hooded figures fall to their knees and keep their eyes on the trembling ground.

But as she stood there, her eyes lingering on the growing pile of unpaid bills on the counter, the harsh reality set in, she was running out of time. The moonlight cast shadows across her face while the sea murmured secrets through the broken window. A mix of despair and determination brewed in her heart as her thoughts raced. Then she heard it, a faraway sound, the horn of a ferry announcing its arrival. Gripping the window’s edge, she wondered possibility or just another harsh reminder that time was slipping away.

My voice splintered, tears pooling but not falling—not yet. A dry, humorless laugh slipped from him. “Forget?” He turned sharply, eyes glinting like frost. “Some pasts aren’t meant to be forgotten. They claw their way back, no matter how far you run.” His tone dropped, colder than ice’s breath, and the shadows around us seemed to thicken. “You think he wants these chains?” He leaned closer, the weight of his stare piercing. “You think he doesn’t ache to be free?” He added.

she tells me once again. I think about it for a while. Fate. I'm one who believes in that more than any other person, and I remember clearly my talks with Vanessa on this subject. I used to be the big head, but now I say it's a bit hard to think it's not my fault. However, the consolation is needed as I don't want to start spiraling back into that place where I felt depressed and haunted myself. "You have to be very careful this time around from now on," she tells me again. "The Shadow Clan is getting more and more serious and even desperate. They won't send me now if I won't do it, and it's clear that I won't," she says.

My mom converted the recorded message into a file and sent it to Chandler. He eagerly opened the file containing the audio. Inside, my cold voice began to play slowly: [I hate you, Chandler. In this life and the next, we will never meet again.] Chandler’s phone slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a loud crash. He closed his eyes in despair, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Mariah…” he whispered hoarsely. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.” I thought he would never listen to that recording again but who would have guessed that for many years after, he would continuously replay it?

Shadows moved where there ought to be none, and whispers frequented their each step. As they neared the boundary of the Forgotten Realm, the land itself appeared to twist, turning into shapes that opposed rationale. Trees bowed at inconceivable points, and the sky obscured in spite of the rising sun. It was as though reality was unraveling, and they were on the edge of falling into the obscure. Mariam, her face pale but steadfast, stopped before a sparkling divider of light that flashed in and out of presence. "This can be it," she said delicately. "Past this point, we're now not in our world."

The smells grew strong as my brothers and sisters chanted. “In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep”

The bathroom was also too small and if I wanted to move to get something, I just had to circle around. I put the wet clothes on the hampers and I moaned in frustration because of the cold. I was about to step out into the room when I noticed the reflection in the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall. There were shadows behind me, trying to grab my back. I took a deep breath to calm my nerve and talked to myself that they were just the product of my hallucination.