Hidden Bodies Book Novels & Stories

Her body had been turned to ashes, sealed in a small urn. I held the urn close as tears streamed down my face. Never before had I felt so powerless. I stumbled through the arrangements for her burial, numb and broken. Just before the burial, a voice called out, stopping me.

One foot in front of the other, slow, deliberate. The criminology section is deserted. I step into the aisle. Darkness presses in from all sides, shadows folding across the shelves like living things. I can't even see the other side of the aisle. My book thuds softly back onto the shelf. I notice gaps in the rows—books missing. Even the Kama Sutra edition I’d picked up earlier is gone. I freeze. Movement flickers to my left. I am not alone. Someone hides in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.

Zanti answered. “You should be thankful. If I’m your trainer, consider it an honor.” Winzi rolled her eyes. They halted arguing when Nahil suddenly appeared. Her butterfly wings fluttered, and she wore a flower crown. Her kind face looked perplexed. “I found two dead bodies near the Spring Region—heavily mutilated. I don’t know what creature does that. They were rotten and barely recognizable.” Eleand and Zanti looked at each other. They were about to report the incident they found if they were not distracted by the intruders earlier.

Obviously they wanted to gain the gene for themselves and I was really stunned. We did not have time now to read, so I took the book as I started checking other things. I got to a particular door and when I pushed it open, I was caught with a pungent stench. Upon opening, I was met with a mass burial ground. Lots of bodies and they were already skeletons.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

Apart from the gifts I had given her in the past, I found nothing that belonged to me. When she was taken away by the coroners, the only thing she had on was a thin nightgown. There was no way she had been carrying anything else on her. The same ominous question came back to me—Was it truly her in the first place? All the recent deaths were too much for me to handle. I propped my hands against Sybille’s desk and felt a metallic scent fill my mouth before throwing up a mouthful of blood. My blood splattered against the cover of a book. It was a copy of “The Book of the Dead” I had lent her.

“This way.” She doesn’t hold my face for long. I follow her deeper inside, past occupied beds, past low murmurs and controlled urgency. There’s an effort here—to keep everything contained. It is working to some extent. She stops and gives way for me to see the bodies. Two bodies just lay there lifeless. Covered. Too still. I don’t move immediately. She reaches forward and pulls the cloth back. The first one— The skin is pale. Too pale. Not the kind of pale that coke with death, it’s something else.

I was not able to talk, so all I could do was stare at the two guys with their white science coats as they were writing down something on their notepads. Shifting into another vision I was in some dark place, my body felt all broken and bruised. I could barely move a muscle but I did my best to turn my head around as my body rested against the wall sitting down. My eyes opened wide, looking at all the dead bodies around me being dumped like garbage sacks down a dumpster by some scientist helpers. I noticed that all the bodies were all clones of the same woman. Suddenly someone came to my side lifting me slightly from my underarms, dragging me towards the rest of the dead bodies that were pla

A thick, dust-covered book tumbled to the floor between them with a loud thud. We both froze. The book flipped open on its own-pages fluttering rapidly, as if searching for something-before landing on a page marked with faded blue ink. Ethan knelt beside it, his brow furrowing. “This… isn’t a regular book.” I crouched next to him, squinting at the page. “The first hybrid Alpha, killed before she could rise. Marked by ancient blood. Her secrets buried where only the chosen may find.” A chill crept up to my spine. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, I mistakenly lost my balance and hit another book on the shelf. It shifted-and with a heavy click, a nearby shelf groaned and slid back,