Hidden Alpha Novels & Stories

No app. But the Clock on the home screen was moving backward. 9:01 AM... 9:00 AM... 8:59 AM... And then, a single line of text appeared at the very bottom of the screen, written in a font that Julian had never seen before. It wasn't Courier New. It wasn't Emerald. It was Handwritten. "JULIAN. CLARA. HOPE. THE SEVENTEEN SECONDS ARE UP. THE REALITY COMPLIANCE HAS BEEN OVERRIDDEN BY THE CO-AUTHOR. CHECK THE BASEMENT."

It was the same color as the moonlight that had erupted from my skin three nights ago. "You are staring at the horizon, little bird," Hala said, not looking up from her work. "But the horizon is a lie. It is a line that moves as you move, a promise that is never kept. If you wish to find the Alpha, you must look where there is no light." "He’s dying, Hala," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "The pulse is getting slower. Every time it thumps, I feel a coldness spreading in my own chest. If he dies, does a part of me die too?"

An Alpha. Finally free.

“To see the property he purchased.” “Ander, Your Grace—welcome to the Valenhart pack.” Draxus bowed. I almost laughed. Draxus Valenhart—Alpha of one of the most feared packs—is bowing. He never bowed to anyone. Not even Lucian. Fear twisted inside me. It clicked. Ander… Ander as in Evander of the Blackspires. Rumors surrounded him like shadows—how he killed his own twin to claim the Alpha seat, how he was rumored to be the devil’s son. Cold. Heartless. Untouchable.

He looked at the woods, his face pale, his varsity jacket suddenly looking like a costume on a stranger. "Elara?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "What is that? Why is the sky... breaking?" "Don't look at the sky, Julian," Elara said, her voice dropping into the rasp of the Alpha. "Look at the trees." Emerging from the shadows of the "Perfect Oaks" was the Vantablack Shadow. It was Julian’s silhouette, but stretched and distorted, its edges flickering with high-frequency static. It didn't walk; it glided across the manicured lawn, leaving a trail of dead, grey pixels in the grass. Its eyes were two horizontal slits of Neon-Blue—the cold, unfeeling light of a system that had finally found

Silence in the room felt heavier now. She opened a comparison view. Overlaid timelines appeared. And then she saw it clearly. Her surgery date. Matched with Adrian’s activation date. But also two other unknown entries. Anna frowned. “…there are more of us,” she whispered. She clicked the unknown entries. The system hesitated. Then partially loaded them. Redacted names. Blocked identities. But visible procedure codes. Anna’s breath slowed. “Why are they hidden?” she asked softly. No answer came. But something else appeared.

Knight, He ran through the schedule, meals, and medication before leaving. The day went by pretty well, and before you know it my shift came to an end, before leaving I took his catheter bag to the bathroom in his room and emptied it. Closing the door behind me, I made my way back over to him and attached it back, “I'm leaving now, Mr.k…” DARKNESS! The whole mansion went dark and lit up a loud noise came from outside, “Reyda the door isn't locked,” he whispers

I slapped the letter on my left palm and replied "Cleven pack. I'm going to deliver a letter to the Alpha" Christopher tried to talk me into letting him run the errand in my stead but I refused. I broke the mind link and set off for the Cleven pack. I was on my way to the gates when my mother linked me. "Darrell, my son. Can you hear me?" I stopped dead in my tracks. Hearing her voice in my head made me so emotional. I found a corner to be by myself so I could speak with her via the mind link before setting off.

Rylin's POV Amy and I walked into her Rouge house. The place was fascinating, pictures of rouges down every hall, pictures of the Alphas and pack names on certain halls. They still identified with their packs even the ones who had been tossed. Then they're was the one hall that stood out the most 'Hidden' is what it said. We turned down that hall and it was pictures of rouge Alpha and Betas starting back from centuries all the way until it led to Davina and Amy's pictures. This place was beautiful, a story on every corner. Something they all can be proud of. If only it was so easy for others. She made this a home for them.

It was something worse. It was recognition. Far beneath the ship’s mainframe, where diagnostic logs scrolled unseen, a single string of hidden code completed its loop: > SHADE_01: Connection confirmed. Anchor found. Awaiting signal.