The Forgotten Temple Totk Novels & Stories

"Let's go close the Sanctum's ledger, Ms. Reyes." As we rounded the final ridge, the valley opened up to reveal a massive, circular stone temple buried in the side of a cliff. It didn't look like a laboratory; it looked like a tomb. The air around the entrance was shimmering with a sickly, pea-green light—the exact same necrotic frequency Sarah had used in the basement. "The audit is officially global," I whispered, my purple eyes flashing with a dangerous certainty as I reached for the raw Lunar Stone at my neck.

"Go. But be careful." Night fell. Preparations for the Blood Moon festival were in full swing. The entire clan was lost in the festive mood, oblivious to the danger brewing in the shadows. Theron became black mist. He reformed in the shadows of the Blood Moon Tower. It was a residence for honored guests, remote and surrounded by ancient stone pillars and statues. The moment he materialized, he felt a surge of danger. But it was too late. A silver net, soaked in holy water, fell from the sky, trapping him perfectly.

When she appeared in the doorway he turned — a fraction of something that might have been relief, gone before she could see it. The Greymere pack, Riven said. Eastern border. Their Alpha found dead three hours ago — not natural causes. Succession unclear, two rival claimants already moving. What do you need? she said. Caelan looked at her with the assessment of someone determining what help was available. Can you read a territorial map? Teach me. * * * The maps were nothing like she had expected — not geography but overlapping boundaries in a colour system she did not recognise.

"Marcus is waiting with the car. I have some urgent pack business to handle before the banquet, but I'll meet you there." "What if—" He silences my fears with another soft kiss. "You're stronger than you know, little mate. And they can't hurt you anymore. Not with me backing you." The drive to Silver Crest Pack territory is surreal. I watch familiar landmarks pass by the window—the old oak tree where I used to climb as a child, the stream where I learned to shift, the border markers that once meant home. Now they just mark the edges of my personal hell.

If Zoe was his daughter— Then the world he’d built—one of steel, control, legacy—was about to be torn open by a secret with dimples and a purple backpack. He looked back at the photo one last time. And for the first time in years, Dimitri Volkov didn’t know what the hell to do next.

"Is Draconis Sanctuary really the largest medicinal herb market in Emberstone?" Geoffrey was skeptical, feeling the place seemed rather modest. "It should be. I haven't been here before, but don't compare Draconis Sanctuary to Healers Valley. That's a whole different level." Gideon checked the time and said, "I won't be joining you. Go find the herbs on your own." After Geoffrey left, Gideon headed toward Draconis Sanctuary. At the end of the street stood Mount Dragonback, atop which an ancient temple known as Draconis Sanctuary resided. During festivals, the temple was packed with worshippers, and it often attracted the wealthy and influential who came to give offerings.

“This could help more than just remembrance. It could aid me to rule better.” I sighed as I looked at Dennis, who seemed to have stuck in a more advisory role. “Do you know where this forgotten pack is?” She nodded her head as she came to the map in front of us, pointing to a spot. “My mother made sure to show me the paths leading back home whenever we came across them until she passed away” “There’s nothing waiting for us there? Lost people, humans, or even enemies?” Dennis asked. Camille shook her head, staring back at the map. “It’s all forest and vines now for the past twelve years with no sign of activity.”

They are small parts, pieces of a bigger mystery, but I think they are crucial in defeating him. Kyra's heart missed a beat. "What type of visualizations?" Eldon inhaled deeply. Memories from earlier times. During a period when the sorcerer had not yet been tainted by evil influences. An ancient temple is located in the mountains, unseen by many. I think it's necessary for us to head in that direction. It could contain the solutions we are looking for. Kyra experienced a shiver down her back. "Then there is no alternative for us." We must locate this temple and expose the truth.

Stasia's heart ached with remorse, for she had allowed herself to become entangled in a web of deceit spun by her supposed friend. A flood of memories rushed back to her, a chilling reminder of the moment when Leah had secretly sought the counsel of a dark witch. Stasia recalled the ominous scene—the dimly lit chamber, the flickering candles, and the air heavy with the scent of incense. In exchange for a nefarious necklace, Leah had been granted the power to erase Bloom from Liam's memory, leaving only a shadowy void in his heart where she once resided.

It was as if they'd teleported them out, without a single sound. I'd read of teleportation recently in the journal from Elder Micha, it spoke of a number of basic spells and enchantments. I couldn't help but wonder if Remi had an old journal or family heirlooms that he too was able to learn his witchcraft from. It plagued my mind so much that I'd struggled restlessly to get any sleep last night. There were still so many unanswered questions surrounding the entire situation and no where to find the answers. As well as the lingering threat of today supposedly being the last day of Carn's countdown.