memories stolen from the flame
- Reads 84
- Votes 5
- Parts 8
Nate Pendrake has no memory of the life he lived before he was stabbed, only the same repeating dream. But when he makes a shocking discovery about himself, the past seems to catch up with him. In the span of a day he is set on fire, gets the high score in the hardest video game in the local arcade, see's a ghost, meets a person hours before she dies, and witnesses a meteor shower that is synced to the tone of a mystery girls voice. Things only get weirder when someone from his past claims he is dead. Now he has to go on the run from the man who tried to kill him and regain the memories he has lost.
Were they lost or were they stolen?
All Rights Reserved
#793
fire
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Letters from the Other Side
She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.
House of Bellini
Every generation bears the sins of the last. When Anastasia is forced into a marriage she never chose, she becomes bound to Killian-a man feared for his silence as much as his violence. To her family, the union is protection. To him, it is justice long delayed. Every vow is calculated. Every act of devotion hides a blade. Killian has waited years to dismantle the family that destroyed his own, and through Anastasia, he finally holds the thread that can unravel them all. But fate has a cruel sense of irony. The woman meant to be collateral begins to matter. And the deeper the bond between them grows, the more impossible his revenge becomes. Because some threads, once pulled too tight, cannot be cut without blood.
Almost, Always 🍁🥀
"Almost, Always" 🍁🌹 Some people enter your life like whispers...soft, sudden, and gone before you can hold on. She didn't expect to see him again. Not after years, not like this. Not when she had finally learned how to forget the boy who never truly left her mind. But fate isn't loud..it's quiet, casual... cruel. In a classroom filled with noise, their glances screamed stories. A slow-burn connection, unsaid words, and almosts that could've been everything. This is not a fairytale. This is a memory rewritten..with the ending she deserved.
Bound by Midnight
Ava was forged in fire and broken by memory. As the last living Flamekeeper, she was meant to guard the seal that once held a forgotten king. But when destiny cracks the boundaries of her past, Ava is forced to confront more than ancient power - she must face the echoes of the girl she tried to forget. Haunted by a magical copy born from grief, Ava walks a path through sacred ruins, shadowed temples, and truths buried beneath silence. Beside her stands the Circle - misfits turned warriors, warriors turned healers - who remind her that leadership isn't about strength, but memory. But when the line between Ava and her echo begins to blur, the world teeters on the edge of rebirth or ruin. To save it, Ava must unseal not only old magic, but her own heart. Because fire alone cannot protect a world. Only remembering who you are can.Complete
Alive With The Dead
The world didn't end all at once-it unraveled slowly. Quietly. While no one was looking. Neve, a introverted 17 year old, was always good at noticing things. The way her neighbors' pets started vanishing. The way the news anchors stumbled over their words. The way her school suddenly cared about checking students for "fevers" but never offered explanations. Still grieving her mother and lost in the silence of her own home, Neve watches as the world slips further from normal-until the night the power goes out. Until the night she sees a man, gaunt and bloodied, standing in her backyard. Watching her. After that, everything falls apart. As cities burn and the dead walk the streets, Neve is forced from the quiet life she knew into a fractured world ruled by survival, instinct, and impossible questions. Who can be trusted? What do the revenants-the "turned"-still remember? And how much of yourself can you lose before you're no longer human? Alongside Jace, a guarded 19 year old, a boy with his own shadows, Neve walks a path littered with broken people, fading memories, and echoes of a past that refuses to stay buried. Her journal becomes a guide, her sketches a record of what the world used to be-and what might still be worth saving.. She meets people. She loses them. She learns to trust, and she learns to grieve. But most importantly-she survives.Complete
BROKEN COURAGE (Lucas & Emilia Book 3)
While tortured and held captive as a prisoner of war, she became my reason to keep breathing. The force that fueled my will to fight. To survive. When I woke after the rescue to discover the life I thought I was coming home to was but a figment of my imagination, hallucinations brought about by pain, desperation, and isolation... it nearly broke me. Fifteen years since I first lost her, at last, we have a second chance. Holding her in my arms, finally feeling the warmth of her skin as she melts under my touch, is like a dream. She and her two little girls are now as essential to my existence as the air I breathe. However, just as things start falling into place, the universe steps in, threatening to take it all away. I used to think that choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved, but now I see that in choosing her and her children, I have the chance to reclaim all that I lost. They are my salvation. My true path to redemption. Which is why I'll leave no stone unturned, why I will scorch this world to the ground if that's what it takes to save them. And when I do, I will fight to convince her once and for all they are meant to be mine, just as I was destined to be theirs. In the Broken Redemption Series, one man's vow to protect the woman he lost becomes a battle between redemption, forgiveness, and the kind of love that refuses to let go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is Book 3 of Lucas & Emilia's Broken Redemption arc, the emotional conclusion to their story. For the full journey, start with Book 1: Broken Vows.Complete
Ophiuchus
Matthew and Camille, Camille and Matthew. That's how things have always been. Despite living with an abusive father and an emotionally unstable and alcoholic mother, they've survived some of the worst times of their lives because they had eachother. But lately, a wedge has been driving them apart. Their own secrets begin tearing them apart and have landed them on new territories. They find themselves more alone than ever, despite living across the hall from eachother. Will they find their way back to eachother? Or will they learn to live with their severed ties? Read Ophiuchus to find out. TRIGGER WARNING:THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES OF VIOLENCE, ASSAULT, ABUSE, SELF HARM AND SUCIDE. If you are struggling with any of the above please disregard this story as it may not be suitable for you. Furthermore, please reach out to someone your trust because you are loved and there are many people out in the world who can help you. Sexual Abuse Hotline: 800.656.HOPE Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255 http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ Domestic Abuse Hotline: 1-800-799-7233 Copyright. All Rights Reserved.Complete
Dive Into Him | 18+
'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31stComplete
She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.
More detailsContent Guidelines