Unforgotten Night Novels & Stories

“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-"

"This is all my fault. I didn't fix the door and stayed away from home for many days. She was only awake that night because we were arguing!" He broke down in tears. The mistakes he'd made had led to my death. After the court trial, Gideon sold the apartment. He brought my ashes away from the Titanus region and returned to my hometown. He wanted to keep the promise he'd made before Mom—he would remain unmarried for life and care for her on my behalf.

In my third year as a blind massage therapist, Henry Young took his employees on a company retreat. By sheer coincidence, he ended up booking me. When he saw me, he remained perfectly composed, so much so that even his breathing did not falter. I served him the same way I treated every other client. Then his phone rang. My hands paused for a moment as my own voice, young and girlish, came through his phone speaker. His employees immediately started teasing him. Henry simply explained in a gentle voice, “My wife recorded that when she was young and didn’t know any better.” Just as he was leaving, Henry suddenly turned around. “Anya Walt, I’ve never forgotten you. “Are you really goi

"Yes, Evelyn is my wife now. Whether you accept it or not, I'm with her. What happened was an accident. None of us wanted it. Can't you just forgive her?" "How am I supposed to forgive her? I'm your mother! Look at me! Look at my face! I was ruined, and you want me to forgive her?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her disfigured face. Fresh red skin had just begun to grow over the wounds, with black scabs still visible in some places. It was a horrifying sight. When Trevor looked away, Lydia's heart broke. If her son couldn't even bear to look at her, what was the point of living anymore?

Not through casually spoken fragments of someone else’s wounds. I take a deep breath before finally moving again. If one day Orion chooses to tell me himself, I will listen. If not, I will respect his silence. Because some wounds don’t need to be reopened to prove they exist. And for the first time that morning, I realize one thing with painful clarity—the warmth in NightFang isn’t a coincidence. It was born from a loss that had been held too long in silence. Their footsteps are long gone. I stand stiffly for a few seconds before returning to the table.

> Alpha of Ravenshade, The fury you wield is older than you. The bond you broke is not yours alone to sever. The Forgotten do not forgive. The Forgotten do not sleep. When the next moon rises, your territory will hear our steps. Prepare your dead. Nicole’s hands tightened on the parchment until it creaked. The Forgotten. She didn’t know the name, but the dread that stirred in her gut told her she would. Brian leaned close, reading the lines with her, his breath hot with anger. “They’re threatening you. Threatening us. Say the word, and we’ll tear them apart before they step foot here.”

"Every scroll. Every memory." "Then we need to find a new source." The search leads us to the Seer. A wolf who lives in the mountains, blind from birth. She sees with her soul, not her eyes. "Seraphina," she says as I enter her cave. "I have been waiting for you." "Who are the Forgotten?" She is silent for a long moment. Then she speaks. "The Forgotten are wolves who were erased. Not killed. Erased. Their memories. Their identities. Their existence. They were consumed by the Void."

The howling winds of the Obsidian Highlands carried the scent of an approaching storm. Thick clouds rolled in from the north, swallowing the silver glow of the moon, casting long shadows over the towering walls of the Shadowfang Pack’s stronghold. Cloaked in a tattered hood, Ayla stood at the entrance of the territory she once called home. Her pulse remained steady, her resolve unshaken. Yet, deep beneath her icy composure, a storm of emotions churned. These gates—massive, imposing, lined with iron spikes—were the same ones she had walked through countless times before, filled with love and hope. Now, they felt foreign, unwelcoming, just as they had the day she was cast out.

“He wants you, but we can never happen. I, Derek Whithorn, Crown Prince of the Blackridge Pack, reject you, Amira, as my mate and Luna” My heartbeat slowed down as the pain seared through me, but oddly, I recovered almost quickly. “I accept your rejection,” I glared back, my voice even louder. “I, Amira, daughter of no one, accept your rejection.” He blinked. “What?” “You just saved me from a lifetime of misery, so I accept your rejection,” I repeated. “Do you think I would want to be mated to someone who’s hated me since we were kids?” I said quietly, pushing him away from me.