Unforgotten Night Novels & Stories

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."

"These three gave us back consciousness the Architects stole. If you attempt to unmake them, you face not just mortal kingdoms but every Devourer who remembers what violation feels like." The Forgotten's collective presence pressed down with crushing weight. "You are seventeen entities against our seventeen thousand. Your loyalty is admirable. Your chances are nonexistent." "Seventeen entities," the smallest Devourer agreed. "Plus five thousand wolves. Plus three integrated beings who rewrote reality itself. And one more factor you have not accounted for." "What factor?" the Forgotten demanded. "That we are all willing to die for this," Elena said simply. "You are fighting for revenge. We ar

Marcus stood in the doorway, looking like a troubled wolf. “Alpha. Luna. Thorne just received a message from his people. A group calling themselves ‘The Forgotten’ has crossed into our territory. Word reaching me is that they serve the old gods and it's possible that they'll be coming here for the Spark. Whether they'll ask nicely or not is still to be confirmed.” Just imagine how things walk right into our territory and make demands. Where the hell were they getting their guts from? “How many are there?” “Enough to cause problems. They’re camped near the northern border. Thorne wants them to meet with us tomorrow.”

"I told you you'd regret this. He will not go to prison because of a whore like you. You will not let him get killed in that prison." I choked and choked, trying to get him away from me. It started to hurt to breathe and my eyes started rolling to the back of my head. "Get the fuck off her you asshole!" Someone yelled, jumping onto the strangers back. I passed out before I could hear or see anything else. Alessandro I woke up feeling happy for once. I was going to see Athena and apologize, tell her how much I love her, and do anything to get her back in my arms.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

I couldn’t even think straight now that I got all razzled by his smile, the one that was meant just for me. ‘Get your head on straight, Morgan. You have to win this.’ A nudge in my side from Tara brought me back to the moment. The other team was done negotiating amongst themselves and were now ready with their answer. The girl stood tall and proud. I knew that she had the right answer. “Our answer is the fimbriae.” A loud clap and yell of ‘wrong’ rang out through the auditorium. Everyone, including the girl who gave the answer, looked over at Ethan. He slumped back in his chair and covered his face with his hands.

Sarah gasped, shocked and resolved, colliding in her eyes. John stood stunned. Callen whispered, “The reversal completes the heir becomes the keeper. The keeper becomes the heir.” Clint hissed. “No!” He lunged for Sarah. John sprang in front of her. His fist met Clint’s blow, sparks flew, the ground cracked, but the world shifted again. The Forgotten rose, not as monsters, not as pawns, they were alive, eyes filled with memory, anger and hope. They parted clearing a path toward Clint and the shattered crown.

The dome vanished, in its place was a net of raw, painful memory. The lead, Forgotten, wearing Finn’s lost love’s face, stepped forward. When its foot crossed the valley, the bloody light lashed out. It didn’t destroy it and it remembered it. The Forgotten soldier shuddered, its vacant black eyes cleared, showing confused, scared eyes of the young woman she once was. She looked at Finn, lips silently saying his name, then faded into a gentle silver mist that rose and vanished. The ancient oath, fully awakened, was not a shield and it was fire. It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free.

So she remembers. Hours went by. Those hours turned into days. Days into weeks. Until a couple months went by… He happened to rest against a tree one evening and when He awoke he was right on the doorsteps of that cabin. He had no recollection of how he got there. A little suspicious Quinn politely knocks on the door. There’s no answer. He knocks again but louder this time. Still no answer. He tries the doorknob but it won’t budge. It’s jammed shut. A tell-tale sign to go away from that cabin.

Aldar and Mel sprint across the street towards the willow tree and disappear in the forest without a single sound. In the distant horizon, the color of the night sky turns from black to blazing orange.