The Past As Prologue Novels & Stories

But it was there, and I knew it. The Prophet, once the mastermind behind our destruction, was standing in front of me again. Not as an enemy. Not as a puppet. But as a broken man who had no place left to hide. “You can’t change the past,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “But you can shape the future. Just don’t forget what I gave you.” I met his eyes, my heart heavy with something I couldn’t name—regret, maybe. Or maybe it was just the weight of everything we had both lost.

"Truth is a double-edged sword, capable of both illumination and darkness. But only by confronting the past can you hope to shape the future." As the heroes approached the monument, they reached out and touched the threads, their minds flooded with images and sensations. They glimpsed battles fought and alliances forged, moments of triumph and heartache that had shaped the course of history. Soraya's voice was soft but determined. "We must understand the mistakes and victories of the past to guide us in the present."

“Then science came. Machines. Wires. Cold numbers. And with every invention, the distance between mortals and the divine grew. Your kind pushed the gods into myth. Stories. Children’s tales.” He spread his hands as he continued. “I am here to remind the universe what it forgot. To give it a second chance. To return it to what it was. Where faith was power. Where reverence was survival. That is the new world.” “How could the past become the future?” I shot back, my voice edged with scorn. “We’ve moved forward. The world doesn’t crawl backwards.” The priest’s smile didn’t falter. His reflection of me looked almost pitying. “There is no future without the past,” he said,. “A people who forget w

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.

Thus, I moved in to stay with her even though my room was used to store miscellaneous items. In the past, I thought my sincerity would help me win her heart too. But I was wrong. Some people were just heartless. In my former life, I led a miserable life. Of course, there was something wrong with me as well. “Stop teasing me. Layla and I aren’t married.” Greg was stunned. “Aren’t you guys engaged to each other?” I looked down at the stuff I had bought for Layla’s parents and said indifferently, “It doesn’t mean that I’m going to marry her.”

"You got retrograde amnesia which means.. you won't remember any of your past events." "Oh My Holy God.." I breathed in surprise. "What about me then?" Christian questioned and she licked her lips in nervous as she stole a glance at Kendall before meeting his gaze. "You were quite alright but as mum and Mrs.Wilson, I mean Ruth, were good friends, she was the one who treated you and.. our mum asked her to inject some drugs to cause you memory loss so you too would forget everything." Betty admitted in a quiet tone and my mouth fell open in complete shock. "And Ruth too did that to you and that's one of the reasons why you have PTSD. It's kind of the sideeffect you got and sometimes you get tr

he asked, raising his eyebrow. “Yes! The only one which held back its status from becoming another country under government. That father of Ali is an old man with oddest attitude and a negative kind of man.” I replied shuddering remembering the experience. “I shouldn’t have brought the past.” He said, but I smiled. “Actually, it is not hurting much from the time Harsha came back and I am fine with revising it.” I said and he frowned, but nodded. “So, you want to go to work?” he asked and I nodded to which he sighed.

Saint's POV This is dead. I've been here before, but it's different this time. I'm disconnected from Bronx. I don't want to be scared, but I am. I don't know how long I've been here, but I don't think it matters. Like Kas said, forever in the past and forever in the future. As long as I can find my way back to Bronx, everything will be okay.

She stepped toward the center of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as though holding her body together. “We’ve been remembering it wrong,” she said quietly. No one interrupted her. “We’ve been telling the same version for years… the same safe version,” she continued. “But it doesn’t make sense anymore not with everything we know now.” Marcus leaned back against the wall, watching her carefully. “So what are you saying?” Emma looked at each of them in turn. “I’m saying we go back,” she said. “To that night. And this time, we don’t lie.” Silence followed then Lena gave a slow nod.

In her despair, she even slammed her head against the wall, yet nothing could stop Sarah from terminating the pregnancy. I don’t know if Sarah ever found peace, but judging by the way she hated the Zieglers, I doubt it. As for me, I had let go. No matter what had happened in the past, I wanted to live fully in the present and cherish the person before me. All I wanted now was to spend every day with Summer, waiting for our little princess or prince to arrive.