The Forgotten Temple Totk Novels & Stories

A black spiral formed on the glass. And beneath it, a whisper in Spiral script: “Where memory breaks, The path to null begins.” “The Well,” Seris breathed. “The first Hollow temple. Beneath the Grove.” No one had entered it in years. Because it feeds on forgetting. And to reach the Zero Gate, we would have to give up more than fear. We 7. The Descent Into the Forgotten Well The entrance to the Forgotten Well lay beneath a sigil of spiral wings carved into stone, nearly lost beneath moss and time.

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

The morning of day twenty-eight arrived with a heavy, oppressive fog that rolled off the northern mountains, blanketing the Silvercrest territory in a dull gray shroud. For Evelyn, the dismal weather was a blessing. The thick mist kept most of the pack warriors indoors or confined to the training grounds, allowing her to slip out of the packhouse completely unnoticed.

Suddenly, Jean’s phone rang. Once the call was connected, Tanner’s anxious voice came through. “Mom, do you have money on you? I’m working on a business venture with a college friend. I need 200k in working capital.” … I knew that there was no business venture. Tanner simply owed 200 grand in gambling debt.

"You were dead." The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "A recurring inconvenience." The archive seals spun around him. Each seal held a name: forgotten gods, unpaid dead, broken vows, erased children, districts swallowed by the first apocalypse wave.

REMY POV The dust didn't settle; it hung suspended in the air like a shroud, grey and choking, coating the back of my throat with the taste of ancient ash. The Temple of Morana was gone. In its place lay a mountain of shattered bone and crushed stone, a grave marker for the witch’s ambition. I knelt on the scree slope, my knees digging into the sharp volcanic rock. Sayler was a trembling weight in my arms, his face buried in my neck, his small body radiating a heat that felt like panic.

Elyria continued. "He believed Ardyn had stolen me." The images darkened further. Malakar entered forgotten temples hidden beneath the kingdom. Ancient voices whispered from sealed chambers older than civilization itself. Crimson symbols appeared upon forgotten walls, offering limitless power to anyone willing to pay the price. "He searched for answers." "He found temptation." The shadowy presence beneath the mountain answered him. Darkness wrapped itself around his soul one promise at a time. "He believed he could master it." Elyria's gaze met mine.

“Every step we take, every dream – everything points there. If Halden is what I think he is, then the answers are there too.” Lori looks between them. “What temple?” “The Tower Temple,” Leo says. “The place our kingdoms agreed never to speak of.” Lori stares as if they’ve lost their minds. “You can’t be serious. That place is cursed.” “Maybe,” Cris says softly. “Or maybe it’s the only place we’ve been trying to reach across two lifetimes.” Before Lori can respond, the northern wall shudders violently. Dust rains from the ceiling. Something slams into the stone with a force that makes the entire monastery tremble.

The glow flared, swallowing the dark. Behind her, Derek shouted, “What the hell—” The temple shivered. The ground beneath her feet hummed. Elara’s eyes widened. Forgotten magic breathed awake.

The cold hit harder as we approached the edge of the Temple. I was almost blown off by the wind. Fog rolled in thick, curling around our feet like fingers trying to pull us under. The Temple of Lost Moons sat buried beneath the mountain, hidden behind vines, ruins, and years of forgotten screams. And only a specific set of people knew about it. Kelvin stared ahead as we kept going. “You’re not alone.” he said to me in a reassuring voice.