Unforgotten Night Novels & Stories

He left before he did something stupid. That night, the Forgotten hit a bigger target— an underground fight club the Crimson Shadows used to make money and recruit. Kael led the raid. Kira and five others with him. It went perfect at first. Guards down. Cash taken. A message left in blood on the wall: The Silverfang lives. As they slipped out the back, floodlights snapped on. Ambush. Twenty Crimson Shadow fighters poured in, guns ready. Someone had tipped them off. Kael shifted fast—full wolf this time, silver fur glowing.

The second I saw Yvonne Turner, my blood ran cold. She was the woman my foster parents tried to sell me to. Fifteen years older than me. A spinster who couldn't get married. Those animals tied me to a bed. I was a minor. They tried to force me to sleep with her. I had to smash her head open just to escape with my life. Lucas's voice cut through the memory. "This is Jason's girlfriend. Everyone in their village knows they're together. But he never told you, did he, Sarah?"

His forgotten Luna Sofia had been walking to the place where she had seen Lucy but yet she couldn't still find the areas. She was damn tired of tricking and had decided to book a taxi although she doesn't have any money with her. She just hopes that she will be able to find her. She's going to do everything to make sure that their pack is back again. She loves her roles. She loves the roles which Alpha Maddox had placed her in back then in the pack. But now it's gone. Everything which they've achieve so far it's just fucking gone and how's she even supposed to know that they're still alive?

It was as if the universe itself had conspired to bind them together through the threads of fate. Bloom, her eyes brimming with tears, looked at Liam as if seeing him for the first time. He was the man—the same man who had captured her heart during that one enchanted night. The same man she had fallen in love with, carried a child for, and lost all those months ago. Liam, equally overwhelmed, felt a crushing weight of guilt descend upon him. He had forgotten, buried the memory of that fateful night. The one night stand he had dismissed from his thoughts was now laid bare before him. The child Bloom had lost to miscarriage—it was his.

Troubled, because she sensed something darker beneath the quiet. It was her third day when she first noticed the pattern. Every evening at exactly six o'clock, the villagers would gather at the old well — the same well that had gone dry a century ago. They would stand in a circle, still as statues, for exactly fifteen minutes. Then, without a word, they would disperse. Eleanor asked her landlord, a kind old man named Thomas, what the ritual meant. Thomas paused for a long time before answering. "That's the watching hour," he said finally. "We watch for the return."

I shook my head wildly, tears streaming down my face, my voice raspy. "That's enough!" Trevor interrupted, his voice sharp with irritation. He turned to the officers, his tone unnervingly steady. "My wife's been really struggling since we lost our son." He paused for a beat before adding, "As a family member of the deceased, can I write a forgiveness letter?" His words sent a chill down my spine. "What?" I stared at him, eyes wide like I'd just been hit with a jolt. My mind went blank. The officers seemed just as shocked.

"Tonight, we embark on a perilous quest to topple the Order's stronghold," Tristan declared, his eyes locked on his team. "Unity, stealth, and cunning will be our allies. Let us bring justice to the shadows." With a shared nod, the team vanished into the night, ready to execute their daring mission. "Operation Dawnfall" unfolded beneath the silvery glow of a full moon, casting an eerie luminescence over the Order's imposing manor. Tristan's team, attired in dark, nondescript clothing, converged outside the heavily fortified entrance.

— Axel decided to show a little compassion after all this disaster. What would happen to the Omegas who return? The Silver River pack despises Omegas, and that hatred is so normalized and widespread among the people that even the Omegas themselves hate one another and themselves. — As for you, Luna. Your luck is much better than the rest’s. From now on, you’re Sabina’s and my personal slave. You’ll have the pleasure of serving us for the rest of your life. Diana stopped pretending and threw herself on the ground again. She threw a huge tantrum. One of the older girls, who was already walking with the small group toward wherever they were taking her, came close enough to spit on her.

In the Valenti Family, you're born with a chip. It's fused into the bio-watch on your wrist, its digital face counting down every second you have left to live. Everyone could see the numbers ticking down on my twin sister's watch. And on mine. They all knew she would die on our 18th birthday. So Vivian became the untouchable princess of our brutal world. Every diamond-stitched gown was hers. The rarest jewels were hers. Even our father's last shred of humanity was hers. That single sliver of warmth he showed only after his gun was holstered.

As the voice faded, an enormous column of crimson light erupted far beyond the northern mountains. Orion stared toward the distant horizon. His face lost all color. "The Fortress of Eternal Night..." "The Third Key has awakened."