Unforgotten Night Novels & Stories

" What happened tomorrow, no one could know. Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it. I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup. I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had. I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about... I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian. I may even become so mad that I didn't realize I forgot about it. About what happened tomorrow, who knew?

After all, these cultivators were some of the strongest in the upper dimensions. They had not faced such humiliation in a long time. They had long put their lives on the line, but they could not ignore their own honor and dignity. Now, under No-Night's attack, their anger surged, and they could no longer heed Felton's words. They charged toward No-Night. "If you refuse to spare us, then you shall die!" "Die!" The crowd roared in fury and simultaneously launched their attacks against No-Night and Jade. Heaton, among the crowd, created a light sphere and launched it as well.

"Damon took the complete personnel log from Ruby's three years as Luna. Her old emergency security codes, her private communication frequencies, and the transit routes she's been using between Oakhaven and Willowbrook for her real estate contracts. All of it is in Nightfang hands right now." My blood ran cold. The air literally left my lungs. "No," I choked out, pushing back from the desk so violently that my chair slammed into the wall behind me. Nightfang. Those bloodthirsty, lawless bastards had spent the last five years prowling along our northern ridge, drooling at the thought of bringing Silverlake to its knees. They didn't care about honor, and they sure as hell didn't care about coun

The sky turned black. Not the ordinary darkness of night. This darkness had no stars. No moon. No light. It was as if someone had erased the sky itself. The Forgotten stood across the horizon. Thousands of them. Maybe millions. Some looked like people. Others looked like shadows. Some had wings. Some had horns. Some had no faces at all. But every single one of them carried the same ancient presence. They had existed before creation. Before the Beginning. Before the End.

His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.” “Will he forget everything doc?” I asked “It is possible. if he remembers anything, it could be just his family.” The doctor said I cried of a sudden thing that comes to my mind. Will he forget me? Our memories? We went to the private room where he was. There is a bandage on the head. He looked at his family first and he never looked at me “M-Mom.” He called “You remember me?” His mother asked “Yeah.” Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.”

“Come on. I’ll drive you.” The rain had stopped, leaving the air heavy and the roads slick as we climbed into my ‘78 Ford Mustang. The drive to Black Fang’s territory was quiet, the Pennsylvania hills rolling past, their dark green slopes shimmering under a weak sun. Puddles splashed under the tires, and the windshield wipers flicked away stray droplets. Dayton stared out the window, his hands clenched, probably thinking of Tiana. We pulled up to his pack’s border, marked by a rough wooden sign carved with a fang. The Black Fang settlement was just up ahead, sturdy log buildings half-hidden by towering pines. Dayton hopped out, his boots sinking into the muddy ground.

“Adley is my friend. You trusted her to keep me safe at club Obsidian, and now she’ll keep me safe at the festival. And don’t even think about bodysnatching to spy on me.” I was unable to hide my frustration as it flashed within the depths of my eyes. The festival of Night was our most dangerous event. People from all walks of life emerged from their hovels to sell and barter, to ensnare people in magical, unbreakable deals. Last year alone, four people had vanished. Two were found wandering the forest a month later, their memories wiped of seemingly everything. She inclined her head defiantly as I narrowed my eyes at her, marveling at her sheer stubbornness and inability to listen. Before I

Kael said, his voice firm and filled with a peace he had never known, "we go home. Not to the Citadel of Thorns. But to a pack that deserves its Luna." The Standing Stones remained, but the history they held had been rewritten. The forgotten bloodline hadn't just returned; it had risen. And as the Nightfang column began the long walk back toward the valley, the moon remained visible in the morning sky—a silent, silver promise that the night would never be that dark again.

I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil beneath the surface. Volkov activated a holographic display, showing a nondescript building on the outskirts of Florence. "Our asset, codename 'Nightingale,' has been compromised. Italian intelligence has him, but they don't know what they have yet. Your mission is simple: get in, extract Nightingale, and get out. Minimal engagement, understand? We can't afford an international incident," I nodded, mentally comparing his information to Alexander's. The locations matched, at least. "Rules of engagement, sir?"

Whatever hope was left inside him had been completely vanquished. It was only until he witnessed the fatal conclusion that he finally felt a primal impulse burst inside him. It was the kind of compulsion that made him want to push past everything and ignore whatever societal rules had been imposed on him. All the burning desire inside him that had been suppressed for so long had come to a violent boil. They rushed to his head and took over his senses like a volatile storm. He was completely beside himself. “I’m only ten years older than you, and we are not related by blood. You were the one who said that, did you forget?”