Unforgotten Night Novels & Stories

Nicholas said, “Can you forgive my father, regardless of your feelings toward me? I feel incredibly bad every time I meet you both face-to-face, and I can see it in my father's eyes as well. I understand that my father has done wrong to your father, but he is now old and we don't know how long he will live, and I don't want my father to die with guilt like me. Please forgive my dad, he made a mistake, but he clearly regrets it.” “I cannot forgive the person who killed my father. Sorry.” “I understand, but the day you forgive my father will make me very happy.” Nicholas had been discharged from the hospital and returned home, but he still needed a wheelchair because his leg had not healed. He

The girl frowned as she spoke. "Butterfly, the people of the South are a beaten people. They have been so mistreated by your uncle that they are afraid to speak. That's why they only bowed. This will pass when they realize that you are a fair and kind ruler. I expect you to have a report to me by no later than tomorrow morning." The girl nodded and turned to leave when her father stopped her. "The Western Clutch has awakened and the prince has found his mate. There will be a marriage and many alliances will come from this joining. We must go and attend. His father, the king, was a good friend. His mother, the queen, was an honorable woman. I am looking forward to meeting the young woman that

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

Maxwell was behind me, taut but dedicated, even if he didn’t like my choices. We made it to the outer perimeter. You don’t say final words,” Bastian whispered “On your command. I let out a breath, the heaviness of it all bearing down on my chest. And then, I gave the order. “Burn it down.” The Forgotten was like a storm, fast and cruel. Magic sang through the air, fire swallowing the outpost before the guards had even managed to react. Screams filled the night.

"They’re wiping the memory of us? As if we never existed?" "It’s their final 'Revenge Plan,'" Ethan said, standing up. "If they can't own the data, they'll destroy the context. By sunrise, the world won't remember the 'Gilded Cage' or the 'Audit.' We'll be ghosts in a city that forgot our names." The Choice of the Forgotten

Something was wrong. Back at my penthouse, the elevator hummed as it climbed. The city sprawled below, lights sharp like broken glass. I poured a scotch, the glass cold against my palm, and opened my laptop. I received information that Hector Reyes was hosting another charity gala at his mansion tonight, supposedly for an orphanage. Lies. He was scrambling. His world was falling apart—board members bailing, stock in freefall after the Project Phoenix leak. This gala was a desperate grab to charm investors, keep his legacy from crumbling.

"Push to the shaft!" TIME: 11:15 HOURS. LOCATION: DIGITAL WORLD - CATACOMBS OF THE FORGOTTEN. STATUS: THE PURGE. The Catacombs of the Forgotten were supposed to be a standard crypt-crawling dungeon. Stone walls, cobwebs, skeletons. But the Admin had turned it into a slaughterhouse. Ren (Wraith) dropped from a floating stone archway, his boots hitting the glitching, wireframe floor without a sound. He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom.

… Most underground casinos were run by the mafia, and they were capable of anything cruel. Jean received a package soon after. She opened the box, only to find a severed hand. The back of the hand carried Tanner’s distinctive crescent-shaped birthmark. Jean’s breath was caught in her throat. With her eyes rolling back, she passed out. She woke up in the hospital. Jean grabbed Helen’s hand and begged in tears for her to save Tanner. “Tanner’s arm is chopped off. He must be hurting. Please save him, Helen. He’s my only child now. I can’t lose him.

“Let the blood of the Romans fill the grass of our land. Let the earth feed from it and give blessings to its proper children.” Gonar asked, “Once this day is done with, will all recall this event of war as one to never be forgotten?” Drust coughed and watched the mass of hairy things start to grow anxious and take steps out of order. “On the contrary, son, no one will ever know this day happened, not clearly. But that is good. Only flesh longs for memory or lauds. The earth will remember and the wood, well, the wood knows.” The creatures grunted as one then started to move to the west.

I have been too busy to even bother giving a call to my dad. "Adam, when have I ever called you, with unimportant news; I know you must be occupied, but I have some..news for you. Dawn doesn't remember you, she has every intention of taking her pack back, but I am afraid I'll have to stop her, she will most likely never be leading this pack or any other again. I know she's your mate still, but I know she's going to come for me, and I must do whatever it is to protect my people, I am sorr-"