Snape's Worst Memory Romane & Geschichten

I lost control. Cade ran to me. "Lucian, no!" I struck him, flinging him into a tree. He didn’t move. "Stay away!" I snarled, breath ragged. I dashed into the woods, blacking out in a haze of claws, screams, and blood. I saw campers. Then nothing but red. --- Back in my study, Sabrina placed a trembling hand on my cheek. "Lucian, you shouldn’t force your memory back. Please, it’s not good."

"But Melody, you just watched callously as I fainted in the rain instead of forgiving me, just because of those 21 days. Even if you… even if…" He choked up and could not go on. "I'm listening. Go ahead," I replied calmly. He wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes and took a deep breath. "I would have accepted it if you had told me to my face that you couldn't forgive me, but you had to pretend that you'd lost your memories…" He choked up again. "You tortured me and made me remember again and again that I was the one who had poured the potion into your mouth, and that I was the one who had killed my own happiness.

the sorcerer called and pulled me from my thoughts. All of us looked at him, “I think we have a bigger problem.” Tension became heavier in the small room. Soren looked more distressed. He was trembling that Veronica had to put her arm around him, caressing his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. “I can’t retrieve his memories,” the sorcerer said after a moment. “What?” I raised my brow, “What do you mean you can’t?” “He has none,” he replies. I frowned, “That is not possible.”

I let him know that I was angry and I was going to strike him back. But he didn’t think that I was serious because he was a prince and that was the first time he ever did anything vile to me. And it was going to be the first time I vowed to make anyone hate me even more. So when he least expected it. I poured a large amount of vervain on his body, and vervain is a vampire’s weakness. I remember his scream, his scream filled me with so much joy. Everyone turned around to see what was going on. They all saw what I had done, and one of the teachers dragged me to the headmaster’s office.

His hands trembled with fury as he tightened the straps. The images of his dream, the murder, the fire, the screaming, were no longer just haunting shadows. They were memories. His memories. “They slaughtered my parents,” he spat through clenched teeth. “Enslaved my people. Burned my home. And I’ve been sitting here, waiting.” He threw the satchel over his shoulder and turned toward the door with blazing eyes. The wizard appeared in the doorway like a ghost, silent and stern. “You can’t go to Bloodthorn like this,” he said.

The Eye, once open, now left behind a searing scar within my mind, its whispers echoing faintly as if mocking me. I tried to stand, but my body refused. My limbs shook violently, my strength evaporating. The spell had taken too much, drained me beyond what even my wolf instincts could counter. And still, the image burned in memory: Viona and Nicolas together, her lips so close to his, her body exposed in a way I could never unsee. My chest constricted with a mixture of rage and sorrow. I coughed again, crimson staining the floor beneath me. Darkness swam across the edges of my sight, creeping inward.

"That day, when you drank the potion, I had already made up my mind. If the truth showed you were behind everything, I was going to kill you first and then myself. I would have died right beside you." "I promised you. Wherever you go, I go." I tried to open my eyes. There was something I wanted to say, but by the time I reached for it, the thought had already slipped away. The potions were eating through my brain. My memories were dissolving, my thoughts growing slow and heavy. I started sleeping through entire days. When I was awake, the world was a fog. Some days, I couldn't even recognize Owen. He didn't seem to mind anymore. He just stayed beside me, every single day, with that gentle lo

said Albus sympathetically. Astrid scowled anxiously. "I don't want to part with him," Astrid said. "For your own good, you must forget about him, child," said Albus with concern. "I do not want to forget him. I want to be with him," replied Astrid with tears in her eyes. Albus gently stroked Astrid's brunette hair. “Go to sleep and forget about tonight, Astrid. The dragon prince is only in your dreams. When you wake up, you forget everything about him,” whispered Albus casting an erasing-memory magic spell.

“Yes, he’s dead now because you just murdered him. His guts are splattered across the wall. Of course he’s dead.” “You idiot, that’s not what I meant!” “Okay.” Aiden steps between us pushing either of us aside. “What is it that I’m missing, Hayden? It is unlike you to be so rash.” “I’m acting rash, brother?” He glances at him before rolling his eyes, dropping himself into the nearest seat. “Remember when I told you Sophie should have still been in the pyramid in Egypt?” “Yes, what does that have to do with the boy?” Hayden sighs exasperatedly. “A snake bit him while we were searching for the shards. He didn’t say anything until the poison was almost through his system and as you all know, he

Queen Seraphina asked. “Seraphina we both know that the spell doesn’t work that way” Queen Ella said with a raised brow, “so if there are no more objections, let us begin, Serena you know what to do” Queen Ella nodded as Serena gave her a grateful smile Serena whispered the spell under her breathe making sure to only show them what they needed to see, a cloud of smoke appeared and Adrian’s memories from the night his family was killed began to play like a video, then it went black and Adrian appeared in the lab and Thorne was standing in front of him with an evil smile on his face then the memory stopped playing.