Novel & Cerita The Forgotten Temple Totk

“I’m sorry—” “No,” I cut him off, raising a hand. “Let me finish.” My heart pounded, but I pressed on, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. “My real pack… it’s been forgotten. Long ago, there were four packs in Greeley, not three. Mine was the Nightcrawlers, the oldest of them all.” Rohan’s brow furrowed, his hands clenching on his knees. “Four packs? I've only ever heard of three.”

“It’s waking me up.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Then let me help. I know things. About the shard. About what you are.” Leofric moved beside me, tense. “Speak fast.” Aedric didn’t flinch. “There’s a temple buried under the Ashcliff Range. Older than the packs. Older than the bond magic. It’s where the first Celestial broke her oath. That’s where the shard was born. That’s where you’ll find the truth.”

The journey began before dawn, beneath the crimson shadow of a moon that shouldn’t exist. Snow fell like whispers from the gods, blanketing the forest in a silence that felt sacred and fatal. Frostvale lay beyond the mountain teeth, a land buried in myth and encased in ice. No one had stepped foot there in generations. It was where the Null Stone was said to sleep, cradled by an ancient temple carved before the age of wolves. A place built not to be found, but to be *forgotten.*

That hug felt like it could stop everything bad in the world. Now, mother and daughter were together. They were going to a place they didn't really understand. Ashkar Temple was older than Theras, older than any kingdom or bloodline. It was said to be carved from the ribs of a dead god, its walls humming with time. Few had seen it. Fewer had returned. But legends said the fifth pendant—Valkir’s Eye—was buried beneath its altar, sealed behind a trial not of magic or fire, but memory. Aelin knew what that meant. She felt uncertain about her readiness. They reached their destination three days later, just as twilight began.

The air was thick with silence, broken only by the soft crunch of their boots on the ground as they climbed the ancient stone steps that led to the temple’s entrance. The temple had been lost for centuries, buried deep within the heart of Nyxterra, known only in whispers and fragments of old texts. Its crumbling façade stood tall before them, half consumed by the encroaching wilderness. Carvings of forgotten gods and long-forgotten symbols adorned the stone, their meanings obscured by time and decay. Despite its dilapidated state, the temple exuded a sense of immense power—a power that Lyra could feel thrumming in her very bones. “This is it,” Elias murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His

“I love you, grandma and grandpa, and we will talk in the morning before we leave.” As we get closer to the cabin, I see that Marcellus is connecting his pack through a mind link. Upon reaching the cabin, I swiftly enter and make a beeline for the door leading to my personal sanctuary “nest”. As soon as I step into my room, I undress completely, ensuring that no foreign scents invade my sacred space. Finally, I settle into my nest and release a deep, relieved sigh.

He started, his gaze sweeping across our faces. “Hidden in a rift where day never fully rises, and night never fully falls covered in obsidian rock, violet moss, and slow-moving mist. Echoes speak,At the summit lies the Temple of the Fading Howl, where the Duskwolf descendant sleeps, guarding the memory of the Old moon, She awaits us.” “She???.” We are gasped in surprise.

She questioned looking at him a bit concerned, she thought she had seen every room in that beautiful underground Kingdom. “Yes, the Keepers Ward, it’s just this way.” He moved a purple tapestry to the side and opened a hidden door. “The Keepers Ward is a place in the kingdom for children of the realm, some have lost their parents, others were abandoned, and few were left because of birth defects amongst other things.” “Oh my,” She gasped, putting her hand over her mouth as she headed down the narrow hallway following behind the Ealdorman.

With a wave of his hand, Time summoned a vortex, pulling in various elements from different timelines – creatures, buildings, even entire landscapes. "We need to move, now!" I yelled, grabbing both Isaiahs, and together we jumped into the portal, leaving the swirling vortex behind. But as we moved through the portal, I couldn't shake off a nagging feeling that Time had set something in motion, something beyond our comprehension. We landed in the Forgotten Temple, but it wasn't as I remembered it. The architecture was morphing, blending with structures from different eras and realities. The air pulsated with energy, creating a dizzying effect.

I took whiff and finally a sip of the hot drink. “He’s down. Unicorn in hand. Though, I question the unicorn itself and why his name is Fitz.” Zach walked in and sat down on the other stool. I moved the second mug toward him. “For one, it’s Fitzgerald. One of the characters in his book who happens to be a knight. Very important character in this house.” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through a folder until I found the photo I was looking for. Handing my phone to Zach, he looked at the photo and his head cocked to the side.