The Forgotten Novel Novels & Stories

James began. And he really should have learned his lesson about being vague about certain details, since he's assuming most of the reason for the problem they're in right now is because of how vague he was with Elizabeth when they'd been together before. But he couldn't exactly tell Elizabeth that she herself was having memory problems, now could he? James cleared his throat, deciding. "I have a friend," he repeated. "And I think he's having some memory problems. I can't explain it, he seems to remember events and things happening, but it's twisted a little. Like, certain details about the thing is wrong, or left out."

As he grew older, he became meeker and meeker and it was becoming harder by the day to differentiate him who was a prince from an ordinary servant that was serving in the royal palace. Well, it was not his fault in any way, since he was the forgotten prince in the kingdom, there was no budget whatsoever that was being allocated to him. He had to learn how to take care of himself and he had to learn ways to earn money and get food if he wanted to survive. His life was a living hell in the royal palace. However, there was one good thing that came with being the forgotten and worthless prince. Since no one cared about him and thought that he could never even hope to amount to any thing was that

Darius said with a small frown as he remembered about today morning's conversation with Anastasia. "What do you mean?" Noah asked with a frown. "Remember about the fashion show incident?" Darius asked and Noah nodded in confusion, not getting from where that came suddenly. "Then the time when she was locked in here by my previous secretary?" He asked. "Yes, Noah. I remember about them. But how are all these connected?" Noah asked in confusion. "Do you remember what happened when she regained consciousness?" Darius asked and Noah's eyes widened in realization. "She forgot about everything that happened before she lost her consciousness and when she regained it, she made up situations which ne

She could feel it inside her, a tremor in her bones, a pull at her very soul. Lucien’s eyes, usually so unreadable, were narrowed now, his gaze sharp, focused. He didn’t speak right away, his expression darkening, as though the weight of his knowledge was a burden he hadn’t wanted to share. But he knew, Mae had to understand. “The Unseen,” he said, his voice low, the words weighted with centuries of truth. “Or, as they were once called, the Forgotten.” Mae’s heart skipped a beat, the name ringing through her like a bell, resonating in the pit of her stomach. “Forgotten? What do you mean?” She stepped closer to him, her breath catching in her throat. “What are they?”

THE FINAL LIE “Prophecy was a story written to bury a mistake. That mistake just remembered its name.” The world was forgetting itself. It started with small things. A healer who couldn’t remember her daughter’s name. A wolfborn scout who woke up not knowing how to shift. A mountain that vanished from every map—but still stood in the distance. Then came the dreamers. Seers. Old women who whispered names into basins of moonwater and forgot what they had said the moment the ripples faded.

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

The weight of Sienna’s words settled over Elior like a storm cloud, thick with the promise of something far worse than they had imagined. The Forgotten Hand. A name none of them knew, except for her. Elior took a slow breath, steadying himself. “Then tell me.” Sienna shook her head. “You don’t get it. There are things you don’t chase, Elior. Things you don’t dig up because you might not survive what you find.”

"Can everyone stop saying that?" Nobody laughed. The Architect kept staring at the shadow. Then finally whispered: "The Forgotten." Silence. The name echoed strangely. Like a memory buried too deep. Nova frowned. "The Forgotten?" The Architect looked exhausted. "As the Dreamers are abandoned possibilities..." A pause. "The Forgotten are abandoned realities." The city froze. Nova's heart skipped. Entire realities? The Architect nodded. "There were universes before this one." The First Memory lowered her gaze. Remembering. The Architect continued.

The dome vanished, in its place was a net of raw, painful memory. The lead, Forgotten, wearing Finn’s lost love’s face, stepped forward. When its foot crossed the valley, the bloody light lashed out. It didn’t destroy it and it remembered it. The Forgotten soldier shuddered, its vacant black eyes cleared, showing confused, scared eyes of the young woman she once was. She looked at Finn, lips silently saying his name, then faded into a gentle silver mist that rose and vanished. The ancient oath, fully awakened, was not a shield and it was fire. It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aurora chose to become NOTHING to find the Forgotten One! She's falling into the deepest void where even God fears to go! Will she return? Will she remember herself? Will the Forgotten One help her? Or is this the final end of Aurora Sinclair? The moment she's truly lost? Forever forgotten? Never returning?