The Memory Keeper's Daughter Novels & Stories

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

“Who’s life did she save?” My father hesitated, then said the name like it burned to speak it. “A judge’s daughter.” Lucian inhaled sharply. My father continued, voice trembling. “The man who threatened Sophie… is the same man who attacked the judge’s daughter. Sophie stumbled onto it by accident. Her scream made him run. But he saw her face.” My entire world went white. “I don’t… remember…” My words came out broken. “You blocked it out,” my father whispered. “You were nine. Traumatized. Your mind shut it away.”

I'm missing something. I sit up straight and look around the room while putting my thoughts together. My mother and father produced me. My father was not Warrior. This female's essence, as she calls it, fills my head, mucking my brain somehow. With a pull of my own energy, Ms. Beast pays attention again, and I realize I can wade through this woman's energy and use it. With a quick glance up, I hide what I've just discovered. My head swivels so I'm looking directly at the woman again. "My name is Marinah." She smiles with a full display of white teeth. "I am Endura, the Keeper of the Past. Your proper title would be, Marinah, daughter of Shadows, Leader of Warriors."

“Not for control. Not for power.” It leaned closer, voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “They came to kill her before she awakened.” My hands trembled violently. Kairos swore under his breath. “This thing lies.” The shadow turned toward him. “I have no need to lie. Truth breaks faster.” Something cracked deep inside my chest. My mother… a Keeper? The memory I had held onto my whole life suddenly felt wrong, like a painting smudging around the edges. I stepped back, shaking my head. “No. No. She was gentle. She healed. She—”

I caught her before she collapsed, shaking her, but she was gone—trapped in whatever the Keeper had forced her into. “What the hell is happening?” I growled, glaring at the ancient figure. “She is confronting her past,” the Keeper said calmly. “If she does not remember who she was, she cannot defeat what is coming.” I clenched my jaw. “Then bring her back.” The Keeper’s expression didn’t change. “That is not my decision to make.” The torches around us flickered, the shadows shifting unnaturally. I knew that feeling. Something was coming. Lena swore. “We don’t have time for this.”

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

DeMontez who was sending diggers my way. "Good afternoon ma'am"I politely say. "Why? Why are you doing this?" She asks and I looked at her confused. "What are you talking about ma'am?" I also asked. "You are taking the only thing my daughter left away. You are taking my daughter's memory away. You shouldn't be the one she called mom. It should have been my daughter" she yells and I stepped back a little. "Ma'am, Ireal is young,when she is older she'll know Isabella is her mom. I promised Isabella never to let her memory fade from her daughter and intend to keep that promise "I tell her.

“Remembered what?” “Yourself.” Elena frowned. “I don't understand.” The keeper pointed toward the center of the room. “Come.” Elena followed him. A large circular symbol had appeared on the floor. It looked exactly like the symbol on her palm. “What is this?” “A memory seal.” “What does it do?” “It prevents the memory inside you from taking control.” Elena's stomach tightened. “Taking control?” The Keeper nodded. “You saw the woman.” “Yes.” “She is you.” “No.”

I yawned. “That was India, the Luna of the Night Keeper pack. She knows Miles, and his family. She gave me the number of the White Elm pack’s office. Ari – we can take him home.” I sat up straighter immediately, my yawn dying on my lips. In its place a grin began to grow.

There was a particular spot on our property where I loved to bask in the warm rays of sunlight. However, my father was adamant about keeping me within the confines of our property. When I was just seven years old, I found myself dangerously lost in the wilderness, coming perilously close to death. It was then that Killian, my father's loyal security guard, came to my rescue. That was the moment I first fell in love with him. Given my father's numerous adversaries, particularly rival packs, he is determined to keep me safe from harm. I understand his concerns, but as a strong-willed member of the family, I refuse to be confined simply because I am a girl. I am a smart and stubborn individual,