Unlocked Memories Novels & Stories

“I’m leaving… This time, I’ll let them go completely. I’ll make the rest of my life count. You guys, be well and don’t worry about me. Someday, years from now, we’ll meet again.” The mountain wind lifted her long hair, and the white flowers at the grave trembled slightly, as though they were responding to her. The next day, she went to Lovers’ Bridge. Years ago, she and Justin had hung a lock there. It had been engraved with their names, meant to symbolize their lasting love. She found the lock, gripped a pair of pliers, and snapped it off before tossing it into the river. As the lock fell into the water, she seemed to hear the laughter of her younger self.

"Because once the memory extractor starts, the high-frequency pulses will make every bone in your body feel like it has been crushed a thousand times over. After that, you will not get another chance to explain yourself." My face went white. I thrashed against the hands holding me. "Claire, no! "You cannot extract my memories!" Claire seized my wrist, her teeth clenched. "Now you're afraid? "Too bad. "I have to get justice for Lily." Tears blurred my vision. "Claire, please listen to me. My memories cannot be shown. You will regret this." Claire laughed once, sharp and bitter. Her eyes were bloodshot when she leaned closer. "Regret?

That sounded true. "I remembered names no book recorded," Eamon continued quietly. "I corrected dates historians insisted were accurate. I always assumed intuition." Inferno answered through me before I realized I had spoken. "It was never intuition." Every eye turned toward me. Or rather...Toward the ancient wolf sharing my soul. "It was history refusing to disappear." Koa scratched his head. "So..." He looked from Eamon to the stone. "Does this thing unlock memories?" "No," Inferno answered immediately. "It awakens recognition. There is a difference." The First Hollowed inclined his head. "Memories belong to individuals. But truth..."

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

He averted his gaze from mine and said in a low voice, "Melody, she's counting down the days to her death, and she just wants me to keep her company. I knew you wouldn't agree, so…" His voice was becoming softer and softer, but every word seemed to pierce my heart like a knife made of ice. "I hope you'll still bond with me after I've walked the last leg of her journey of life with her. Therefore you… you just need to forget me temporarily. When I get back, everything will be the same as it always was." I finally understood. This was his newly developed "Memory Lock Potion". It could temporarily cut off our link with our wolves and block our memories.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

--- --- Unpredictable. --- And unpredictability— --- --- Was something Malcolm had already learned to adapt to. --- --- --- He opened the next file. --- --- **PROJECT: MEMORY AUTHORITY** --- --- Because if people began questioning their own memories again— --- --- Then the next step was obvious. --- --- --- Make the system the final arbiter of what was true. --- --- --- Back in Iceland, Charlotte stood at the ridge again. --- The wind cut sharper now. --- --- Riven beside her. ---

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

guilt washes over me through the bond. “We saw flashes of your memories. We didn’t want to mention it until you were done because we didn’t want to interrupt.” Zander enlightens me with such speed that it takes a second or two to process what he said. So they can see my memories? Is that normal? Can they just dig around in my mind and see whatever they want? “It’s only when you tell us something, and it was only flashes.” Christian answers my unasked questions. Good, there are some things locked away in there that I’m not ready to unpack and deal with yet.