Unlocked Memories Novels & Stories

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.

Her eyes snap open, Camille smiling slightly at her. “Not all the memories will be yours, Willow. Your parents put some images in your mind from their own memories so you would be able to understand. Some will be unintentional, but make sure you hold onto them all as these are your connections to them. Some of them can only be unlocked by you; I won’t get them all this way.”

“Vale, there are things that you remember from the night of your death. We both remember but you are the one in control of this form and the things that we have access to. I do not have the authority to show it to you. I can only support you as you go through the measures of revisiting it.” Almost as soon as my counterpart made mention of this so-called locked memory, a large door appeared before us; one steel and bolted in various forms of metal and the like. I started to take a step toward the door when I thought better of it. “What….what is this?” I asked in a hushed voice as if speaking any louder would force the door to open on its own. I didn’t want that. Because deep down, I knew what

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

I bop her on her nose playfully, “-you can come and watch me train in the week, how does that sound?” “Yes please!” she beams happily, settling herself back down as I hug her tightly. “So, can we backtrack to this spell malarky you guys mentioned? I’m still a little lost there,” Lillie admits as she clasps her palms, resting them on her lap while she stares at me with intrigue. “Oh right,” Ash jumps at the opportunity to explain, “-basically, we had our memories locked. What we’re going to do is unlock them, right sis?” he looks over for clarification, fully open to the idea now.

Andrew, however, seemed to have no clue about this or even if he did, he was excellent at pretending to be oblivious. “You were saying?” he prompted as he handed me a cup. I took a sip of the hot brew. “I was saying that I did lock all the memories, but it won’t last long. Erasing someone’s memory is almost permanent, but locking isn’t. One trigger and she would remember it all. We need to look for the root cause as forcing someone’s withdrawal isn’t easy. It happened when someone and I mean a heartbroken wolf here, is enchanted by a spell of some sort that compels them to relive the moment when they had been rejected in some way, and this, in return doesn’t let their wolf forget and thus wi

“What…” Ethan moved beside her. “What is it?” Ava couldn't answer. The screen displayed a list. MEMORY ARCHIVE SUBJECTS: 8,214,639,112 Ethan stared. “That isn't possible.” Jonathan whispered, “It is now.” Ava scrolled. Each person had a file. A lifetime of memories. But beneath every name was another designation. ORIGINAL MEMORY: LOCKED RESTORED MEMORY: ACTIVE Ava's heart pounded. “These aren't memories Genesis created.” “No,” Amelia said.

"I'm the man who learned to give it all away. And if this world is built on my regret, then I’m the one who owns the 'Delete' key." The Breach of the Consensus Leo didn't use a code. He used the Shattered Drive on the table. He realized that the "Lost Memories" weren't just hers—they were the Source Code of the Ark itself. He grabbed a fragment of the drive and pressed it into his own palm. "Leo, no!" the Curator shouted, his composite face fracturing. "If you upload 'Authentic Memory' into a 'Consensus Cycle,' you’ll trigger a Total Personality Collapse for everyone on the Ark!"

Darkness was quickly draping itself over the island, and a downpour was advancing fast. Queenie stared at the sky, worried. Their group had reinforced the cave's entrance with rows of wood so it could keep the elements out. Not even the rain could seep through that much. Queenie tugged at Shawn. "Maybe we should get Ms. Titania back." If she were closer to me, she could hear my thoughts and know about the resources hidden around her. After I left, she tried to connect to my thoughts, but all her attempts had failed.

“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.”