Unforgotten Night Novels & Stories

Let alone trying to get one shipped to us. “Never had he hyper fixated like that and I almost gave up. Mike ended up flying out and buying one.” “Mike? Your coworker and constant flirt?” There was an edge in Zach’s voice. Snorting, I nodded. “Yeah. Elliot was still struggling with his night terrors at the time, and I couldn’t leave him. So Mike got it and brought it back. Turns out Fitz was what was needed to nearly grind the night terrors to a halt.” “Just because it was in the photo…” He handed my phone back.

Seeing my lack of response, Jenny grabbed my arm and pleaded, "Landon, I know I was wrong. Can you… forgive me? I can't live without you. Ever since you left, my heart has hurt so much." I had never seen Jenny lower herself like this before. If it had been in the past, I would have immediately forgiven her. But now, seeing her so vulnerable didn't touch me at all. I coldly shook off her hand and left her with a parting remark, "Don't forget to sign the papers." I walked away without looking back. I would not forgive her. Never. Because between us, there was ultimately a life lost.

Not Hell. Not humanity. Not even the prison beyond existence. And somewhere beyond the boundaries of the realms, in that place where there was no life and no death... something moved. For the first time in thousands of years. Something opened its eyes. And somewhere in the human realm, beneath a sky that had begun to darken with unnatural storms, a crack appeared where no crack should have been. And while the world was busy with rumors of Lucas and his lover... The first of the Forgotten had returned. Then another.

Sometimes of Vyreth. Once, she dreamed of herself—standing atop the Black Mountain, cloaked in silver fire, her name written in the sky in runes no longer spoken aloud. And always, the same whisper returned: > “The end is not destruction. It is remembrance.” --- On the twelfth night, they arrived. The Forgotten Star was not a city. It was a crater. Massive. Black. Lifeless. The stars above it didn’t shine—they dimmed, as though fearing what lay below.

Turning to look at everyone, I suggested, “Let's get all these bodies burned. So we can return to our homes. As we gathered the lifeless bodies of the rebellious pack members and carefully arranged them into a solemn mound, a profound sense of justice and retribution permeated the air. With unwavering determination, we set ablaze a roaring fire, its flames leaping and crackling with an intensity that mirrored our collective resolve.

They surrounded Austin right in the middle. The frigid wind and ice debris swept over Austin, blowing him directly to the ground. His body was stiff. "Damn, how long has it been since anyone new arrived in this cursed place?" "The Forgotten Land… This ice field, forgotten by the world, has finally welcomed a new inmate." "Hahaha. I never dreamed that we would actually encounter a new friend during tonight's patrol. Those bastards didn't even bother to notify us after dumping someone here. They've made it quite a surprise."

Every single item on me, from my jewelry to my clothing, was branded and worth quite a bit. A greedy gleam entered the eyes of the group of eight men. The moment Jake released me, I didn't even get a chance to take a deep gulp of air before I was thrown to the ground by the burly men. They stomped on me with such force that I couldn't even muster the energy to get up. They then agreed that whoever stomped on something first would get it. Two of my fingers on my left hand were immediately broken as a heavy boot came down on them, while my newly manicured nails were torn right off from the force.

When his shoulders slumped and he tore his gaze off the paper and didn’t glance at me, I already knew the answer. It wasn’t Kael. Esmaeel handed the paper back to the Butler and inserted his hands into his pocket before he spoke. “Alpha Kael won tonight.” He said it without any emotion. ----------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, lovely butterflies! I am pleased to announce that THE FORGOTTEN LUNA bagged 1st place for Goodnovel's TRUE LOVE WINS Writing Contest! Yey!!!

“Not for me. But for what we must protect. Noctaria has burned. It has bled. It has broken. But tonight… we remind the dark that we remember.” A cheer rang out—not loud, but fierce. The kind of sound born from survivors, not conquerors. And far above, the howl rang out a third time. This time, it sounded like it was coming from beneath the earth. From the gate. The Forgotten Vale lay ahead like a scar on the land. Jagged cliffs surrounded it. No vegetation grew. The stones bled faint red beneath the moonlight, as if remembering every drop spilled on its surface. Jayden studied it from the overlook. “So this is where it ends.”

The sensation of the explosion wasn't a roar or a heatwave, it was a sudden, absolute silence that felt like being plunged into a sea of liquid nitrogen, Verina’s physical body was gone, or at least it felt that way, as she drifted through a vast, infinite architecture of glowing white data-streams and shifting geometric shadows. This was the "Digital Graveyard," the internal processing core of the Thorne-Genesis Archive, where the memories of the dead were indexed and the souls of the "liquidated" were stored as unencrypted code. She could see the fragments of Julian’s ambition floating like jagged glass, the cold, clinical echoes of her mother’s betrayals, and the original "Stolen Night" r