Unlocked Memories Novels & Stories

Lana encouraged. “It's called Unlocking the Mindlock. It happens when a shifter's mind has been locked by a powerful witch, making them a certain part of their life. It can also occur if a shifter's soul was transferred to a new and pure body. Then, all their memories need to be awakened from the old body to this new one.” “Is it possible for all their memories to be locked?” Levi was activated by this explanation. “Yes, it is. It would only take either the Moon Goddess or a powerful witch to undo this. As you know, we don't mingle with witches. And also, all of them have been eradicated.”

“Isn’t it obvious? Someone has locked away her memories. Trying to awaken her memories is like forcing open a lock. How can her head not hurt?” Cedric looked like he was talking to a fool. Stunned, Andrius asked, “How do I unlock her memory?” “That’s easy, too. To unlock something, you just need a key.” Cedric’s tone was light. “What’s the key?” Andrius immediately asked. “The Water of Remembrance! That thing can bypass many techniques and awaken a person’s memory.” The Water of Remembrance… If he had that, could Luna be saved? Andrius took a deep breath before asking solemnly, “Senior Yule, do you know where the Water of Remembrance is?”

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

he asked. I stared at him in disbelief. "I think I would know if my memories were unlocked. My head feels like a jelly right now and my brain is so scrambled that I couldn't process the simplest of things. And you want me to access my memories? Are you trying to kill me?!" I snapped. He flinched at my outburst and raised his hands in surrender. Then I saw that the others looked equally curious and realised that they all wanted me to try. I heaved a sigh of defeat and leaned tiredly against Adrian, who stayed as a silent pillar of support. I didn't know what I would have done without this man…

“So, this means my memories can be unlocked?” “Yes, if you have the right key. Sometimes the lock is a spell, and the key for unlocking it is a counter spell.” “If there´s anything I learned over the past two years of stealing, breaking and entering, it´s that you don´t always require a key. Most of the time, you simply need to pick the lock.” “I don´t think I like where you´re going with this.” “You are a telepath, someone who can delve into the minds of others. Perhaps you can unlock my memories?” “No. Absolutely not.”

“It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.” “Will that help me remember?” “It might. Basically, you’ll have to meditate and try to remember anything from your parents … their faces, voices, anything. Then you focus on an unforgettable scene with them. Let it play in your mind … it will slowly expand. You see, the memories in our heads are always linked to each other. If you unlock a memory, then you can slowly unlock the others, one at a time.”

The white text of the message began to scramble, the letters turning into gold sparks. **[PROCESSING...]** **[AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED: ENTER PRODUCT KEY]** "A product key?" I gasped. "I don't have a key!" **[01:15]** The city was almost gone. We were standing in a white void, surrounded by floating "Assets"—a car door, a streetlamp, the frozen businessman. "The key!" Leo yelled, his voice fading as his body turned into pixels. "It’s the one thing they can't simulate! It’s the **First Memory**!"

My limbs were bound to a cold metal chair, machines humming beside me. Roland's face was pale, his hands trembling as he clutched two fine needles. "Once the Memory Decryptor is activated, it cannot be stopped," Roland said, turmoil and anguish churning in his eyes. "You will suffer unbearable pain. And once your memories are made public, everything you've hidden will be exposed. "Wendy, I'm asking you one last time—how exactly did my parents die?" I writhed, desperate to break free. But the ropes only dug deeper into my flesh, and the chair remained immovable. I shook my head frantically, but only broken, choked sobs escaped my throat.

Because of it ************************************************* The Unmade reaches toward the glowing memories slowly. Not consuming them. Touching them And the moment its hand brushes against a human memory Reality erupts with blinding light Every cosmic entity freezes instantly. The system surges violently. The heartbeat destabilizes. The galaxies spiral uncontrollably. Theodore’s eyes widen “…Uh.” The Unmade stares at its own trembling hand in shock. Because it felt something Not emotion. Not yet. Memory Human memory And suddenly Millions of human experiences flood directly into the Unmade at once Love. Loss.

Their hands were bound behind their backs, and bombs were strapped to their chests. Calista vaguely remembered seeing the second son of the Lockwood family—the archrivals of Montclair Group—stepping out of the other car just before she passed out. She wondered if he had abducted her and Aveline to get back at the Montclairs. Beside her, Aveline wailed incessantly, her voice shrill and piercing. "Is anyone there? Help! Save me! I don't want to die!" With only a few minutes remaining on the timer, Calista forced herself to stay calm and began dismantling the device strapped to her.