Weep Not For The Memories Novels & Stories

The air shimmered above it, distorting like heat over a flame. Rowan took a step back. “What is that?” I crouched beside the pool, trailing a finger through the light. It rippled under my touch. “A memory well. My people use it to see what’s been. If anyone knows who attacked that bus, it’ll show us.” He folded his arms. “And your ‘people’ are fine with us using it?” I looked up at him with a crooked grin. “Oh, they’d kill me if they found out.”

Maybe it was best to have leave it forgotten. "Can you help me forget this one too?" She asked, hoping she didn't sound like she was crazy. One minute she was angry at him for wiping her memory, and the next minute, she was requesting him to wipe tonight's memory. Maximus stepped closer and just when Marianne thought he was about to wipe the memory, she looked up and realized how close his face was to hers. She made to move back but Maximus held her shoulders and thinking it was one of the requirements for wiping her memory, she gently closed her eyes and waited, but heard him say instead;

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

Lottie POV As Kane's lips met mine, a deluge of memories came crashing back, each one sharp and vivid, engulfing me with a sense of overwhelming familiarity and deep emotion. I remembered everything—the painstaking plan I had agreed to with Astaroth to keep my pups safe. My memories were to be wiped clean unless I was alone with my mates. For months, the opportunity had never presented itself, and the absence of these memories had left a hollow space inside me.

He brought his lips to mine and gently kissed me. “Once we are done with this I will erase your memories.” The neuroscientist stated confidently. Lucas pulled back with eyes that looked smothered. “Why do I have to do this if I won’t remember anyway?” I whispered breathlessly. A small smirk formed on Lucas’s face as he stepped back. The device was put on my face as I was distracted and I could do nothing as the pictures of Lucas and myself slowly shuffled though the never ending loop “You may not remember your past but that means nothing if you are madly in love with Lucas.” He stated lowly. “But I won’t remember him, so I won’t love him.” I mumbled in frustration.

“Stop the purge from the inside!” Lyra rushed to a console, her hands flying. She had to write a patch, a program to seal the crack in the core using the very memories that were leaking. But she couldn’t just delete them; the system would see that as further corruption. She had to… integrate them. Neatly. Order the chaos. “I need a memory!” she yelled over the rising hum of the purge. “A strong one. A happy one! Something pure to anchor the code!” Aiden fought his way to her side, the walls closing in. He gripped her shoulder. “The cave,” he said, his eyes fierce on hers. “In the jungle. The first time I felt… peace. In years. Holding you. That’s my memory.”

Drawing memory. Every touch is a moment. Every line hums with sequence. I reach out and grip one. The battlefield. It vibrates violently under my palm. The musket crack echoes faintly. The fall attempts to initiate. I squeeze. “I remember you,” I say softly. The arc steadies. Memory without reenactment. I release it. It remains. No longer active. Just present. I step deeper. The house arc pulses warmly. Sunlight and linen and laughter shimmer along its thread.

"I-Is this real? Velda…" I was losing strength. The stabbing pain in my head came in waves, each stronger than the last. I could feel my wolf mourning and slowly weakening, but the memory crystal would not stop there. It would keep draining my life until it'd played every core memory tied to the three werewolves or until I died. … The memory crystal flashed again and began to extract the second memory. This time, the light was focused on Lorcan on the tribune. His heart sank as a cold, ominous dread washed over him.

"Absolute zero experts can pinpoint the exact reason why the fever blocked my memory. Have your lungs caught a winter chill, Brooke?" "No, my wolf is completely fine," Brooke answers with a small smile. "Maybe an enemy wolf is speaking bad words about my soul behind my back." "Do not feel so much heavy stress about breaking the memory fog, Logan," Brooke adds softly, reaching out to touch my arm. "Even if your brain never remembers our past seasons together, it will be completely okay. Our systems can just start over from this moon." "No, that choice is not fair to your female heart at all," I murmur, my chest feeling incredibly heavy because the violent migraines only get worse every single