Forgotten Paradise Novels & Stories

The thick, gray fog of the neutral territories swallowed Evelyn whole. The sounds of the Silvercrest estate—the desperate crackle of the radio, the distant thud of heavy artillery, and the agonized, muffled sobs of the Alpha she left kneeling in the dirt—faded into a dull, rhythmic static. The air here smelled different. It lacked the sharp, territorial ozone of pack land, replaced instead by the damp, unbothered scent of wild ferns and rotting timber.

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

He smiled at her when he was done and walked towards her and held her hand. "C'mon." He said leading her to the limo waiting for them and the chauffeur readily opened the door for them and they entered and were taken to the private island Little Pipe Cay. The island was breathtaking with a serene view of the ocean. "This place is amazing and beautiful." Kylie said in astonishment as she walked into the house. Despite being in a secluded area,there was nothing rustic about the house. It was outfitted with modern amenities and updated decor featuring colorful prints. "How much is it worth?" She asked him as she ran her fingers on the leather sofa.

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'd half hoped he'd at the very least call to yell about his painting, but he couldn't even spare me his anger. ​But Wolveshedge took my mind off of all that. It was like a different world where everyone was happy all the goddamn time; I was half content with it and half disgusted with the level of joy in the atmosphere. The town was peaceful and everyone seemed to be content with their small little section on the map, even if they were so terribly discontented. But it was why I chose this place, wasn't it? To be safe and discontented, yet I couldn't chase the feeling of something missing from the discombobulated picture I was forming day by day.