Unforgotten Night The Series Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Dimitri nodded, his expression grim. I stepped out onto the small balcony before answering the call. "Sir," I said, keeping my voice neutral. "Wellington," Volkov's voice was cold, controlled fury evident in every syllable. "Would you care to explain to me why Nightingale is dead?" I closed my eyes, leaning against the railing as the weight of his words hit me. "Sir, I-" "Save it," Volkov cut me off. "I don't know what game you're playing, Wellington, but you've royally fucked up this time. Nightingale was executed less than an hour ago. Whatever information he had is now in enemy hands."

Sarah felt like she was living the moment all over again, her cheeks burning with shame. Nicholas, too, had received the notification. His eyes scanned the room, confusion etched on his face, until they landed on Sarah. And then, like a slowly burning fire, anger ignited within him. How could he have forgotten about the video? How could he have forgotten the hurt he had caused?

“Oh, Aria, I am so sorry. That must have been so difficult to hear. Let me reassure you that you are surrounded by people that love and care for you, and will give you all the support you need to process this. We have been trying to monitor you a little more before we confirmed, but the fact you did not respond to Beta Rocco when you came around was concerning in itself, but we thought that it may be your body taking it’s time to come around, but with this now too, I think it is safe to say that despite our best attempts at healing you when you came into us after the rogue attack, I think there has been some degree of memory loss.” My body froze at his words. Memory loss. What was this man t

Story 1: Title: A night with a stranger. Blurb: A night with my father inlaw. One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around the family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue.

Just: I would do it again. I hated how much easier that was than an apology would have been. And if I say no? Then the guards stay regardless. But I will not compel you. Last night required three of my people and cost you a door and a forearm bruise, and that was one scouting party. There will be more. I looked at my coffee. Then: Forty-eight hours, I said. * * * I spent the morning at the shop. Sera appeared at nine. I gave her the Henderson order, the supplier contacts, the watering schedule. I wrote it all down in order of importance, with notes.

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.

“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.”