Unlocked Memories Novels & Stories

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

It showed a memory. White containment facility. Aurora behind glass. Alive. Controlled. And beside her,Alexander. Not as he is now. Younger. Conditioned. Linked. Aurora’s voice broke. “That’s not possible.” MEMORY SEQUENCE UNLOCKED Victor’s voice came through, distant. “Aurora what are you seeing?” She didn’t answer. Because the memory-version of her turned slightly and spoke into nothing: “When I wake up… don’t let me remember him first.”

She couldn't help but wonder if she had really misunderstood everything about me. Harvey's face drained of color as he seized Wanda's hand, struggling to keep his composure. "It's all a lie! It has to be! He fabricated those memories to get himself off the hook, Wanda! You can't fall for it!" Wanda remained silent, her eyes locked onto the screen. It was then that the screen suddenly went black. It wasn't over—it had been intentionally disconnected. Those in the crowd immediately erupted. "What's going on? Why did it stop?"

--- Later that night, the room is dark. I stare at the ring on my finger. Heavy. Platinum. Diamond. I don’t remember him putting it there. I don’t remember saying yes. I don’t remember loving him. But when I try to take it off— It doesn’t move. And for some reason… I start to cry. ——— Outside my hospital door, I don’t hear Adrian speaking to the doctor. But I do hear him say one thing. Low. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm. “She may not remember me…

His voice cracked with emotion, but I only spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and turned my head away, refusing to look at him. Daniel could only stand up and say to the doctors, "Extract the memories from the day of the incident." … "No!" One of the doctors stared at the readings on the monitor and shouted in alarm. "The extraction is failing! Her brain is violently resisting the process! We have to increase the power!" Daniel slowly rose from the floor and walked to the control console. Without a moment's hesitation, he slammed his hand onto the red button. The effect was instantaneous. It felt as though my entire body had been thrown into a pool of molten lava.