An Elder Secret Novels & Stories

"Just talking." Max's eyes narrowed, flicking between us. "Looks like more than talking. Be careful, man. Family stuff like this? It blows up fast." He walked off. Hours later, my phone buzzed: Max's text. "I know your secret. Tell them or I will?"

That left me feeling like a dagger had been driven into my heart. "Okay,” he nodded, his voice pulling me to the present. “It was by chance that Elder Martin came across it in a room under the pack library. He remembered his father telling him that there was a secret room beneath the library and that most of the important prophecies that were recorded were usually hidden in the attic.” If I remember correctly, Elder Martin’s father had once been in charge of the pack library. His knowledge had earned him a spot as an elder. He’d transferred that same knowledge to his son, who later took the mantle from his dad after he died.

Johnathon says, sitting beside Ana and I watch as he smiles sadly , after holding her hand. "She is going cold, I can feel it." Kai adds. "Yeah. What do you wanna say , Vlad?" I ask him, finding my voice at last. "I think, we should call upon the elders." He says . "Elders?" Both Damien and I ask him. "The oldest to have ever existed. They have seen many centuries, come and go. They are the people who guide us, every community has at least one living elder. They have immense knowledge, of everything, even things that are not written in history. I think I like that. Should I call him?" Kai asks Johnathon.

"I've told you so many times, it's you I love. Back then, I was blinded, just trying to fulfill an elder's dying wish! Once I realized I'd been tricked, I left her. We never even slept together–really, we didn't!" I let out a heavy sigh. "Calvin, I'll say it one last time–none of this has anything to do with me anymore. "I have a new life now. So tell me–are you lingering here because you want to attend my wedding with Ian?"

“As difficult as it may be for you to get this through your traumatized head, I do care about you. You’re not a terrible person, Hazel Grey- you’re just a person that terrible things have happened to,” At the hands of your brother. But I didn't say that. We walked in silence until we reached the door and it opened on its own, welcoming us in which was not a good sign. The Elder knew we were here. Stepping inside was like seeing the inside of a castle tower two hundred years ago. There was no electricity. The walls were adorned with old-time paintings of men I recognized as previous holders of the title of Elder in the Council. They were the wisest, most formidable men with singular access to

I jerked and opened my eyes only to see the amusing Blake watching me intensively. "I'm sorry," I mumbled while rubbing my eyes to let go of the remaining sleep in my eyes. "Here! He handed me a book where the word "THE HIDDEN SECRETS" written over the girl's naked back along with some random lines, but the line was too small to read. "Yes! Yes! Yes! We did it!!" Unconsciously I kissed his cheeks and we both froze on our spot. It's just a baby kiss, he won't mind, right? But his eyes say otherwise.

Most of the time you yourself dont know what it means, I myself had no clue. Even with nerves raging, it was impossible not to be excited about a trip to Greece. Alpha Marcus had told me that the temple of the elders is hidden in the side of Mount Olympus. As a professor of Folklore I was looking forward to seeing all of the old texts that were apparently stored there. I've spent my entire life searching and searching through more texts than one could imagine in the pursuit of werewolf knowledge. Knowing that all the relevant ones were about to be right in front of me made me feel all kinds of anticipation.

The Elder coldly looked at Samuel and said, "If you want to know what is going on, you should ask Samuel." Samuel smiled and said nothing. "Samuel?" "Samuel, what's going on? Tell me!" Samuel was still indifferent. The Elder sneered. "My subordinates are all very curious about what's going on, Samuel. Why don't you tell them?" Samuel thought for a moment and said, "I have nothing to say. I took some secret books that I learned myself and exchanged them with your people for some comfortable enjoyment. Can’t I?" "Although you and I are rivals, you shouldn't have left me no dignity, right? Put me in the dungeon and let me die like a mouse, right?"

It slid across the wood, the sound the only thing in the room. "Because," I said, my gaze locking onto the Lead Elder’s, "this drive contains the records of every secret, every bribe, and every betrayal you’ve been hiding for the last twenty years. If you want a trial, we can have one. But you might want to look at what’s on this drive before you decide to hang me." The room remained deathly still. The Lead Elder slowly, cautiously, reached for the drive. "Let the council decide," I said, my voice echoing off the walls. "But remember—the moment you try to bury me, you bury yourselves."

Philip was silent and asked, “Grand Elder, the Cochly Mountain you’re talking about, is that the door in our country?” The old man nodded and said, “Pretty much. This secret of the Multidew Herb that I know of is something your mother told me back then. She told me to keep this secret and said that one day, someone will come find me.” “Mother?” Philip was amazed.