The Forgotten Novel Novels & Stories

Knew what I remembered. Knew what I didn’t. Knew what I was about to find. A cold realization settled deep in my chest. Heavy. Unavoidable. > This didn’t start today. My fingers curled slightly. Tight. > It didn’t start at the cemetery. My breath came out slow. Uneven. > And whatever I forgot three years ago… My eyes lifted. To the empty space where the figure had been. To the place that didn’t feel empty anymore. > It hasn’t forgotten me.

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"

The grandfather clock in the grand hallway of the Silvercrest packhouse struck midnight, its heavy, rhythmic ticks echoing like a countdown through the silent room. Evelyn Vance sat perfectly still on the edge of the leather armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The silver band on her left ring finger felt exceptionally heavy tonight, cold against her skin. Three years. For exactly one thousand and ninety-five days, she had worn that ring, and for those exact same days, she had been a ghost in her own home.

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

And I hated just how natural command looked on him, and how much I understood why they obeyed. My hand found a spine I had not meant to touch. The Lunar Trials: Forgotten Queens of the Northern Packs. I read the title twice before my fingers closed around the book. Forgotten queens. The word lodged in my throat like a promise. The cover was heavy, dark blue leather, silver faded to pewter. When I opened it the scent of old paper rose up, dust and ink and something older. I found myself getting lost as I stared at the page for a second, and it was then that I genuinely forgot that I was in the Alpha’s office at all.

We sat in silence, finishing our drinks as I closed the laptop. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes. Stacy was right about one thing. After looking at these, even if I never got my memories back, this fundamentally changed me. The path going forward for my life was now altered. I could never go back. Not after seeing these. Knowing what I had and what I lost, I never wanted to love again. Everything would pale. Even Adrian was struggling with the concept of it.

I don't know that the company has a business partner named Anthony, I knew all about the partners in the company and how come I didn't see his name. Didn't he lose his memories? How come he still remember him if he is really one of the business partner in the company? I gasped. "H-how did you remember him, didn't you lose all your memories?" I ask in confused and once again I felt a familiar pain in my chest. The two of them fell silent and I can feel the awkward atmosphere. Did he really lose his memories? Or he really lost his memories but only me he can't remember? My mind is full of questions once again and I don't know who can answer this since they won't tell me. Fine, if they won't te

These were the missing pages from the book, alright. And in the side margin of one, on which there was drawn a crude map, were the words: “Forgotten Mountain”.

It was a history book; The History of Akira Pack, she rolled her eyes at how obvious the title was, and she was about to get comfy and dive into the book, then she recalled Gwen’s words and her eyes narrowed. Gwen talked about A book, not the books. Her eyes darted back to the pile of books, and she scooped them up and dumped on the bed, then began going through them. 7 out of the 8 books had very generic titles and looked to be recently written and published, but one of the books that was buried in the middle of the pile; that caught Kiara’s attention and she grabbed it. The Forgotten History by Alpha Kratos, undoubtedly one of the older Alphas that ruled the pack once, the book looked to b

I'll break and right now that utterly can not happen. He shrugs and tries to recall the first time. It takes him a moment but eventually I can see a lightbulb go off in his head. "I remember-" he nearly seems to give out a giggle. "Remember in those dreams of ours? How over and over they wanted us to remember so bad? What do you think would happen if we couldn't? If our brains forced us to forget." He reminisces, I don't have time for this. Well, actually I do have time. We don't have much to do. No- I don't have much to do. Yet, I don't want to be here longer than I have to. Every moment doesn't feel right.