Hidden Arsenal Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

ALANA Power never felt like fire to me. Not heat. Not rage. Not lightning in my blood. It felt like silence. Like holding a truth no one else knew. Like watching someone speak and smile, unaware that you already knew the thing that would destroy them. My father built a kingdom of secrets. But today… I found one of his. And now I know how to bring him down. It started in the east corridor. The one no one ever talks about. The one Gia always avoids. Where the walls are thicker, and the lights buzz lower than they should.

Heat crept up my neck. "Boring," Chloe sang out, pouring herself more champagne. "Open it, Maya. Maybe he hid a check in there or something." I felt a strange prickly heat on the back of my neck. Silas hadn't moved. He was watching my hands with dark satisfaction. Like a hunter watching prey step into a trap. "Go on," he urged softly. "Open it." I opened the hardcover. My breath stopped. The pages had been hollowed out. The center of the thick book was cut away to form a hidden compartment, lined in black velvet.

“I have it under control.” For the moment, they allowed me that luxury of thinking that. When Nora and Elias released me, I didn’t go to Nerezza. Instead, I retraced my steps, ducking into one of the older lecture rooms and down the servants’ stairway hidden behind plaster on the west wing. Most people didn’t remember it was there. Even fewer had clearance. I didn’t have clearance, either. Not technically. But my sigil key buzzed approvingly when I held it against the concealed plate hidden behind the torch bracket. Stone ground on stone, and the narrow door swung open into the cool blackness of the pre-Concord archive.

"He pulls the weeds." The Climax: The Betrayal of Trust "Kill them," Minny said, her voice devoid of emotion. The room erupted. Jinyan shoved Panni behind the medical bed as a hail of gunfire tore into the monitors. Jian lunged for the nearest assassin, using his cane like a reaper’s scythe. The chaos was a blur of strobing light and deafening noise. Panni felt Thorne’s hand grab her wrist. The old man was gasping for air. "The ledger..." he wheezed. "The real one... it’s not a book... it’s... it’s under the floor... in the mountains... the Architect’s first house..."

Alexa But then the door burst open right before my eyes. The police men that rushed in to grab Johan blurred. What caught my whole attention, causing me to freeze, was him…Ethan. The minute I got myself back, I began searching for myself. Where could he have placed it? Did he really bug me? He has no reason to do that. Or could it be he’s scared of what I discover? “Are you okay?” I yank his hand off me immediately, as he held my hand.

Do not move, do not react, stay still when he comes towards you. Station Gamma Thorne outside the meeting, blade ready. Nova swallowed. Numb. Behind her Jax stopped breathing. His whole body rejected the instruction. Stay still. While someone tried to kill her. No. He would be in that tent and she would not be. His body was locked in place but every part of him was already at war. There are four books hidden behind a hidden door in the library. When you pry it open, an arrow, poisoned with old black, will fly.

Chapter 10: The Vow That Burned Everything Down Alex’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he gripped the hidden drive in his pocket. The glass safe house felt like a coffin now, every glittering light from the city below mocking him. Marcus had left an hour ago for the board meeting, leaving two guards at the door and a fresh set of bruises on Alex’s hips from the night before. The silk robe clung to his skin, sticky with the evidence of Marcus’s claim, but Alex didn’t care anymore. He had one shot.

Not the Voss family one. The one she barely touched. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to start. Enough to disappear. A small, determined smile formed on her lips. “You took everything from me,” she whispered, her eyes darkening slightly. “But you forgot one thing…” Herself. They underestimated her. They always did. But that was about to change. An hour later. Elara stood in a small, quiet hotel room. Nothing like the mansion. No chandeliers. No marble floors.

It wanted them hollowed. Piece by piece. Until nothing of them remained but the shadows it chose to keep. ☠️ End of Chapter 18

her eyes beamed, looking at him. “So be it. I will only come back here if I can already wield magic on my own.” “Definitely, because Ahldrin will train your hand-to-hand combat skills.” He nodded. And in just a blink, Aserah disappeared. Eleand gently shook his head while staring blankly at the book in his hand. What could be its content? He was curious. Eleand did not hesitate to open the book. The line in his forehead deepened when the pages of the book became visible. There was an illustration on the first page, a silhouette of a wolf in a clear black ink. There were inscriptions he could not understand, and they looked ancient.