Forgotten Paradise Novels & Stories

I yelled at myself, “You are stronger than this. You will get through this. Just as you have every hurdle life has given you. You will survive this, and you will not forget.” I let myself zone out, stopped fighting for fear of what further injury might occur if I didn’t. I laid there, motionless, but he didn’t seem to notice. I let my mind wander to memories of my life before this pack, brief as it was. I thought of the picnics with my family, training with my family; my father telling me I could do anything, survive anything, with my determination. My mother always encouraged me to be kind and fair, but to never forget and not to let others walk all over me. To be the bigger person and forg

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

I queried. He looked like he hadn’t expected the question, but he started answering anyway. “The Salvatore name hasn’t always represented the greatness that it does now. There was a time where we almost lost the throne, and that would’ve been thanks to your great grandfather. The man was a tyrant, and if you tried to stand against him, he would banish you. He had a section of land cut off from the rest of the kingdom, and that’s where he’d send the people he banished. At first, those people banded together, and the land actually became profitable and could stand on its own with the need of the royal castle. However, your great grandfather was not happy about that, so he launched an attack on

No future with. She cried knowing her struggles meant nothing to him. He was determined to have his way with her and that was final and the painful piercing that followed in between the junction of her legs was something she could not comprehend and the scalding heat and painful pleasure that sprouted moments later,made her wonder if this was what she had denied herself all her years of living.

she breathed, trying to console him, but she didn’t have the words. As the others came up to the hill top, they paused in the same shock and horror. Jordan’s eyes dropped, welling with tears, and he grabbed his wife and held her tightly as he silently wept. Ignatius was speechless, his eyes wide with astonishment at the godless sight of an above ground cemetery without any stones. Justice and Kypher kept their eyes fixed on the remnants of the city, and she saw the anger burning in their fiery gaze. The messengers from Asrymn removed their hats and held them, their heads bowed in a woeful reverence while the others stayed in saddened silence. “Reminds me of the raids,” Vanguard quietly noted

White roses lined the halls, guards pinned silver wolf badges to their jackets, and every window in the main house blazed with light. Serena was back. The sister who had run from the altar, forced me into her wedding dress, and still somehow remained the daughter everyone loved had finally returned to New York. I entered the code at the front door. Red flashed on the screen. [Denied.] I tried again. [Denied.] In my last life, this had happened too. The day Serena came home, every code in the manor changed: the front door, the wine cellar, the private elevator. Everything was reset to her birthday.

In another, Amara had destroyed everything. In another, Evelyn had never been erased. In another, Serena had raised all her daughters. Hope stared. “So many possibilities.” The Forgotten nodded. “And every possibility contains someone who was forgotten.” Hope’s eyes hardened. “What do you want?” “Recognition.” The answer surprised her. The Forgotten stepped closer. “I don’t want your death.” It touched its chest. “I don’t want your world.” Its black eyes fixed on Hope. “I want you to admit that creation is guilty.” Silence.

Not Hell. Not humanity. Not even the prison beyond existence. And somewhere beyond the boundaries of the realms, in that place where there was no life and no death... something moved. For the first time in thousands of years. Something opened its eyes. And somewhere in the human realm, beneath a sky that had begun to darken with unnatural storms, a crack appeared where no crack should have been. And while the world was busy with rumors of Lucas and his lover... The first of the Forgotten had returned. Then another.

​I lift my foot to take a look at it, putting it right back down when I receive nothing but a blurred image. ​Sadness jabs itself at my chest and I let it in, the reminder of not being able to see rearing its ugly head as it did every morning. I thought by now it'd wear off, but it hadn't. Even after all these months, I still woke up everyday forgetting what had happened, until something reminded me that I'd lost my vision. ​Sassy's whining pulls me from my self-analysis and consequential misery, reminding me she missed her morning walk and was probably dying to pee.

--- Without hesitation she threw herself into his arms. --- He caught her. Holding her tightly. As though afraid she would disappear again. --- For a long moment neither spoke. --- Because neither needed to. --- They were here. --- Together. --- And that was enough. --- Across existence, impossible things were happening. --- The Forgotten Legion awakened in peaceful worlds. --- Broken timelines healed. --- Lost souls found their way home. --- Worlds once separated by destiny became connected by choice. --- Not perfect. --- Never perfect. --- But free.