An Elder Secret Novels & Stories

But one thing that everyone knew of was that they are the only ones who can talk to the moon goddess herself and deliver her oracle to the rest of us. But what has that got to do anything with me?! I was already panicking terribly. I had a feeling that I was not going to enjoy what I was about to know. His lips had thinned in a displeased line. There was worry on his face as well. “Well, the elders are looking for a glowing wolf for a long time.” “I have never heard of that before.” I muttered, leaning against the window with a frown. “It is a well hidden secret, obviously.” he sighed, his hands gripped the window bars tighteter.

The elders sit in a semi-circle, their eyes sharp and wise, each possessing the accumulated knowledge of centuries. One of the elder witches, a woman named Sefira, stands and motions for Tonya to follow her. Sefira is the eldest among them, her silver hair flowing down her back, her posture regal despite her age. She leads Tonya through a narrow passageway and out into a hidden grove behind the cottage, a place where the trees form a natural barrier, creating a secluded sanctuary. The canopy overhead filters the sunlight, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

The sun was high when Elara entered the grand hall, where the elders were gathering for the much-anticipated meeting. The air was heavy with unspoken tension, and she could feel it prickling against her skin. Every elder present carried secrets, some small and others monumental, but all were hidden under layers of authority and tradition. Jessica was already seated beside her father, Elder Kaleb, who wore an expression as unreadable as stone.

I manage to utter, my voice barely above a whisper. Greta takes a stride toward me, her grin never cracking. “I’m talking about secrets, dear. The ones you’ve been concealing so desperately. The ones that might ruin all you care about.” My blood runs cold. “I haven’t been hiding anything,” I answer, but even I can hear the fear in my voice. Greta lifts an eyebrow, her gaze sarcastic. “Oh? Are you sure about that?” She glances at the elders, who are watching us with rapt attention, waiting for the bombshell she’s going to deliver.

“So you think the elders are hiding a secret?” To be continued…

The elder's secrets were guarded by them, and Master Cyrus was prepared to pay a price for their loyalty. Enticed by the promise of more money and maybe even a glimpse of justice, the maids started exchanging nuggets of knowledge. They spoke in whispers of the elder's bizarre customs, odd get-togethers at night, and even the sealed chamber in the elder's home, which was said to hold something that made everyone inside fearful. It seemed like there was a break in the barrier, allowing the secrets to start leaking out.

Andrew and Madelyn shared a look, her eyes falling to the ground when she saw the resolve in his, he was going to tell them the truth. “Amaya took a bet with her friends, if she was able to seduce the man of their choice, they would pay for the trip she took to Athens last year.” Aunt Eleanor gasped, expressing the way everyone felt.

Gulp! Darryl's footsteps were light, but every step felt like a blow to the chest to Great Elder as Darryl got closer and closer. Seeing as he was about to reach him, a thought came to Great Elder as he cried out, "Senior, please stop for now! I'll tell you a secret if you let me live." As he spoke, Great Elder's expression was nothing but sincere but his gaze flashed evilly. F*ck. He was going to die anyway. He'd risk it.

He pushed the doors open. Inside was a chamber that felt like the inside of a cold lung, a massive, circular pool of black water, the Shadow Well, sat in the center, reflecting nothing, standing beside it was a woman who looked as old as the mountains themselves, her skin a map of silver scars and her eyes milky with blindness. "This is Elder Selene," Koran murmured, "The last of the Void-Walkers."

The bureau chief immediately straightened his clothes, leading everyone forward to welcome them, stopping with utmost deference before a Rolls-Royce. The driver respectfully pulled open the car door, and a white-haired elderly man stepped out of the vehicle. Everyone instantly lowered their heads. "Don." Harrison froze. His palms were thoroughly drenched with sweat from nerves over meeting such a powerful figure for the very first time. However, soon the door on the other side opened, and I leisurely stepped out of the car. Harrison snapped his head up, his eyes widening in disbelief.