Novel & Cerita Amnesia Dark Descent Alexander

She asked with a scary voice, while we bowed immediately. "Xander came to rescue her before we could cut off her neck, so we had to leave to avoid Hutton's identity being revealed," the demon reported to me. Kyle laughed and nodded. "Alright, nice job. I hope you used the memory seal pill on Lena." She asked. "Yes, she won't be able to remember my face when she wakes up!" I replied, and she grinned evilly. "Stand up!" She ordered, and I obliged, but then my eyes fell on a beautiful white-haired lady sitting beside Alpha Stan. Her stare at me was making my body uneasy.

A low guttural growl vibrates from his chest and my stomach knots. He’s scented me. I’m officially dead now. This is the brutal Alpha. I’m as good as dead if I end up in his grasp. “How long are you going to hide in there?” His deep velvety voice is so terrifying that I tremble and feel my heart pound violently against my chest. Alpha Mason chuckles nervously and this is when I realise he is outside too. “I don’t understand, Alpha.” He says. “I’m not talking to you.” Alpha Rex growls. “I came here to hunt for the first time. I didn’t expect to find something good.”

" I already have. I am now the Supreme Alpha, and as long as I have the Soul Gem, I won't be affected even if Hayden crumbles" Xerxes closed his eyes and tried to use the mind link to alert the lycan warriors, but when he tried, he experienced a massive pain in his head and blood spluttered out of his ears. "I wouldn't use the mind link if I were you," Apollo chuckled. "What have you done to me?" Xerxes demanded, his voice barely above a whisper. "You remember the wine I so generously gave to you? It was poisoned. Yes, Xerxes. The same poison that killed your dear Izabelle. By now, it must have eaten deep into you. It is killing you from inside"

But her dissuasion didn't stop there. "Aaron, Alex, wake up, I'm Amelia, ahem." "Amelia?" Aaron's mind suddenly rang out Alex's weak male voice. After a while, Alex's voice in his head suddenly became high-pitched. "Aaron, stop! She's Amelia!" Aaron was roared by the voice in his head and instantly came to his senses. He looked around and saw the corpses of wolves mixed with flames on the ground. He looked down at the girl under the wolf's claws and quickly removed the wolf's claws from Amelia.

U-Us, B-But she's— She's acting different and I don't—" "Retrograde amnesia," Marcos turned to Alexander, his breath feeling like it had been knocked out. "What?" "It means she has lost some memories before the amnesia," Paris answered, stepping up beside Marcos. His jaw remained clenched, his green eyes now looking like green hard stones. "Am I correct?" Hezekiah nodded, his hand moving out to brush the beards on his chin. "Yes. And this memories... Are about two or three years behind."

Anne fought the urge to smile at that and instead reached for another book. Derek watched her quietly for a second before speaking again. “You know,” he murmured, lowering his voice further because of the library rules, “I have a photographic memory.” Anne kept writing. “Congratulations.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” He sighed dramatically. “You’re hurting my feelings.” “You’ll survive.” “Barely.” Anne turned another page, refusing to entertain him, but Derek remained completely undeterred. “What class is this for?” She did not answer.

The future Don of his family, Evan Jenco, suffered from a strange ailment. He would get amnesia every three years, but the only person he would forget was his childhood love, Nancy Sartori. Nancy was 18 the first time it happened to Evan. They had promised to spend their entire lives together under the beautiful fireworks in the night sky, but Evan forgot everything about them after one night and even fell in love with another woman.

"It’s not uncommon after the type of accident you were in." Amnesia. The word echoed in my mind, a hole where memories should be. Alexis stood behind Pauline, her eyes pleading with me to remember, to understand. "I don’t remember you," I whispered, my forehead scrunched up in an effort to remember. "I don’t remember any of this." Alexis seemed agitated by this. She paced back and forth. The sound of her clicking heels only worsened my headache. "I want Sarah," I insisted, desperation creeping into my voice. Alexis flinched at the sound of the name.

Alex’s mouth opened in shock. “You look surprised. Is it coming back to you now?” I pressed. “Does Amelia know you killed someone, Alex? Did you tell her?” Alex’s voice was quiet, almost pleading. “I was a kid, Henry. It was a mistake. I was trying to get away from my dad. I thought I could handle driving on the highway—” “A mistake?” I snapped, stepping closer. “That mistake cost me my mother—the only woman I ever truly loved. You took her away from me that night!”

“It was just a very sad dream. Like I lost something precious to me. The more I tried to grasp it, the farther it went away.” I paused and stared at Alexander, my eyes searching his. “I don't understand it, Alex. Do you think it might be connected to my memory loss?” He looked away for a second and took a deep breath. “First, I think you should calm down," he advised as he turned and poured a glass of water from the nightstand table and offered it to me. “Here, drink. It will help.” I took the cup from his hands and gulped the contents, feeling slightly better.