Forgotten Secrets Novels & Stories

Isaac, although half expecting the arrival of the God, jolted at the flash and sudden appearance. Immediately and instinctively, he bowed his head, cursing himself after he did. Am-Heh raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on it, unaware of the potion and the memories it had opened. That door had closed and had been sealed long ago as far as he was concerned, the key rusted and defunct. It was hardly fool proof, they still leaked and those spectres still haunted him. No door, no wall could keep them at bay.

I had to, I couldn't let anyone find out the truth, not yet. 'That was too close Rory, either find a better place to keep that thing or I will destroy it' my wolf Alma has never liked the idea of having our biggest secret written down in the journal. I know she has all right to be worried, if anyone ever found out the whole pack would go crazy. "Rory!! Move yourself girl, I don't have all day to wait around for you! If you're not in that car in the next two minutes then you can explain to the Alpha why you're late!" Uncle Mac's voice boomed through the house.

“Oh, Aria, I am so sorry. That must have been so difficult to hear. Let me reassure you that you are surrounded by people that love and care for you, and will give you all the support you need to process this. We have been trying to monitor you a little more before we confirmed, but the fact you did not respond to Beta Rocco when you came around was concerning in itself, but we thought that it may be your body taking it’s time to come around, but with this now too, I think it is safe to say that despite our best attempts at healing you when you came into us after the rogue attack, I think there has been some degree of memory loss.” My body froze at his words. Memory loss. What was this man t

“We’ve proven that change is possible. Now it’s time to ensure it’s sustainable.” --- The Unveiling of Secrets Later that day, as Ayesha organized files in the library, she stumbled upon an old, dusty journal tucked away behind the bookshelves. Curiosity piqued, she opened it and began to read. The journal belonged to Arman’s late father and detailed the struggles he had faced building the family business. But as Ayesha read further, she discovered cryptic entries hinting at long-buried secrets—deals made in desperation, alliances forged in the shadows.

“You’ll what? Rot another decade in this hole? You have no power left, Jackson. You’re a ghost clinging to a world that’s forgotten you.” The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gavel. Inside the cell, Killian Jackson pressed his shaking hands to his face and let out a sound that hadn’t escaped him in years, a raw, broken sob. Somewhere far above, the world kept moving. But deep underground, a secret buried thirty three years ago had just begun to breathe again.

The most dangerous secrets are usually the ones everyone agrees to forget. Nobody spoke after Lucian's observation. The rain continued tapping softly against the building, filling the storage room with a steady rhythm that somehow made the silence feel heavier. Around us sat decades of records, observations, photographs and notebooks. Thousands of pages had survived. Thousands of details had been preserved. Yet Site Ten had vanished. Completely. That absence felt deliberate. People forgot things naturally every day. Entire projects disappeared into bureaucracy. Records were misplaced. Institutions collapsed. Data corrupted. Time erased.

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

It was then that we stumbled upon a long-forgotten chapter—one that we had buried in the depths of our memories, hoping it would never resurface. The secret involved a dark night, years ago, when our paths had intersected with a mysterious figure known only as "The Whisperer." This enigmatic individual held knowledge that could shatter the very foundation of our existence, and their intentions remained unknown. Driven by a relentless pursuit of the truth, Nathaniel and I embarked on a journey to uncover the identity of The Whisperer and the secrets they held. It led us down a treacherous path, navigating through a labyrinth of lies, betrayal, and hidden agendas.

Bram murmured something to Rael, but their voices were distant, lost beneath the weight of the conversation unfolding here. Sienna finally turned her head toward him, her violet eyes shadowed. “The Forgotten Hand… they don’t just guard secrets, Elior. They decide what should remain forgotten.” His chest tightened. “You think they’ve taken the key to bury it again?” “No.” She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think they’ve taken it because they’re ready to use it.” Elior’s stomach twisted. “For what?” Sienna looked back toward the ruins. “That’s the part that terrifies me.”

“Tell me the truth, Dorian. Now. Before someone else does.” “I didn’t know about the recordings, not the new ones. And not the one of your sister. But I knew ” The elevator jerked. Lights flickered. Stopped. They looked up. A voice came through the speaker above the panel low, mechanical, warped. “Secrets aren’t currency anymore. They’re time bombs.” Isolde spun toward the panel. “Who is this?” “I’d ask the man beside you. He’s paid more to forget than to remember.” Dorian’s fists clenched. “Identify yourself.”