Novelas web de Hidden Identity Paranormal e historias ambientadas en Love-Triangle

Mara Ellery doesn't remember the fire that took her childhood — just a scholarship she never applied for, a pendant that shouldn't exist, and eleven years of silence where her past should be. At an elite university built on old money and older secrets, Mara is drawn into the orbit of Jude Halden: guarded, magnetic, and quietly connected to a trust he doesn't even know funds her education. Every hour she spends near him, that pendant turns warm against her skin. It has never done that for anyone else. But Jude isn't the only one watching her. As Mara pulls on a thread someone clearly wants left buried, she starts to sense a second presence circling the edges of her carefully rebuilt life — someone tied to the same buried past, pulling her toward a choice she doesn't yet understand she'll have to make. Every person she asks for help gives her the same rehearsed warning to stop looking. She doesn't stop. This slow-burn campus mystery follows Mara as sealed records, hidden identities, and a secret world she was never meant to touch start closing in — and the truth may not let her choose just one path back to it. The fire that took her memory is still out there, waiting to be found. Getting it back might cost her everything, including who she thought she'd fall for.

Seraphina Ashford never knew her family carried a blood debt—until the night before her twentieth birthday, when she's sold to Crimson Hollow Academy to pay for sins three centuries old. Trapped in a Gothic vampire academy shrouded in eternal twilight, Sera discovers she possesses a rare and deadly gift: Truthsight, the ability to see lies, curses, and death itself. While others see an elite school training vampire nobility, Sera sees something far more sinister—a black rot spreading through the academy, slowly killing everyone inside. She's soon caught between two impossible men: Caspian Noctis, the beautiful, calculating vampire prince who bought her debt and is hiding devastating secrets, and Raven Thorne, the warm but dangerous dhampir who's been protecting her family for longer than she knows. Both want to save her.

Clara thought her biggest problem was controlling her destructive fire magic from a lonely bunkie in Ontario. But when an encounter with a handsome firefighter pulls back the curtain on a secret war, she is thrust into a reality where witches are being systematically hunted for their elemental blood. Trapped in a web of family lies, secret societies, and underwater realms, Clara discovers that she and a boy named Rod are tied to a tragic prophecy that spans past lives—and time is running out to break the cycle before they both face a fatal end. Armed with an ancient time-travel crystal and a desperate plan to rewrite history, Clara must confront her own dark past and rally allies, from merfolk kings to hidden dragons, to stop an unstoppable army. Can she manipulate time to save her family, or will altering the past burn down the future of all magic?

In Valle Vitale, nothing stays buried. Not blood, not secrets, and certainly not the dead. Auryn was trained to be sharp, silent, and dangerous. Working as a risk analyst for Obsidian—a private security firm that caters to powerful clients with darker secrets than most—was supposed to be her quiet cover. But after a savage attack on her first night, she realizes nothing about Valle Vitale is safe. The creature that mauled her wore a familiar face. The man who saved her is her cold, beautiful billionaire boss—Killian DuskBane, an Halomir. And the people she had spent all her life loathing might be her only hope of surviving what comes next. Something ancient stirs in the dark, something that once shattered the world. And now, it’s calling to her. But she's just the spark. And every faction—Mystic, Halomir, Hollowed, and human, is about to burn.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

I never thought, the life I have been living is a lie. The people I called parents were never really mine. The best friend I trusted never truly saw me as a person. And the man I loved for seven years, the one I believed would stay by my side no matter what was sharing my bed with her behind my back. They laughed, mocked, and enjoyed the life I built with my hard work. And the final blow is my boss someone whom I respected cornered me. His hands, his breath. All made my skin crawl. I fought and struggled when his wife walked in. I was thrown out, my job gone and my dignity shattered. "We should have left where we found her" my mother said. "She was just lying there in the forest. No one would have known" my father replied. The truth shattered me completely so I turned and ran. I don't know where I was going. I didn't care. My legs moved on their own as tears blurred my vision. Until there was nothing left. No strength, no breath, and no will. And then I fell. My body hit the cold ground and everything went silent. For a moment I thought this was the end but then something changed. A strange sensation spread through my body, slow at first then overwhelming. My weakness disappeared and my pain faded. At a distance, between the shadows of the trees, stood a figure. It's tall, still and watching. I couldn't see his face clearly. His eyes opened and it is glowing red. It's locked on me. And a deep, rambling voice low and calm cut through the silence, "Finally, I found you" That's when I realized this wasn't the end of my life. It was something far worse.