Hidden Daughter Novels & Stories

“To my daughter… or daughters. I made choices I can’t undo. One was creating her—N•17—to ensure our bloodline survived. But she didn’t just carry the gene. She carried something more. A dormant anomaly… older than flame.” He looked directly into the camera. “She is not human. Not entirely. And when she wakes, you must choose: protect her… or stop her.” The screen went black. Yuri stared at the girl. “She doesn’t know what she is.” Koji nodded. “That’s why she was never allowed to wake.” Back at the Estate – Devin’s Decision Devin stood before the war table in the west hall, fists clenched as Sang-woo read the incoming report. “They accessed Room Zero,” Sang-woo said.

Otsana lifted her burned wrist against the bride seal and answered with a voice that shook even the altar roots around her. “Then you never understood mothers, because dead queens can leave love where thieves only look for power.” The black moon flashed. The altar cracked. And something beneath the nursery began answering her. (Daciana POV) The hidden girl stared upward when Otsana’s voice reached us, and tears slid down her cheeks with sudden recognition. “She heard,” the girl whispered, almost smiling despite the roots bruising her small ankles. “Rudina heard through the gold mark.” Finn’s black eyes widened.

It was out in the open. Sharp. Dangerous. And mine to wield. I walked to the floor-length mirror and stared at my reflection. I didn’t see the innocent, grieving girl I was twelve years ago. I didn’t see the sheltered wife Theron tried to keep me as. I saw something new. Forged from secrets and lies. From passion and pain. I saw the daughter of Alexander and Clara Villareal. I saw the wife of Theron Calder. And I saw a woman finally ready to fight.

I faint. ☆▪☆ I sit in the room I saw Charles painting and decorating. It feels like just an hour ago when he asked me if I liked the colours. It still feels like I have a bump. But anytime I place my hand on it, I become more aware that there's nothing there. That she's gone. My daughter is gone. Zion is dead. Zion.

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl? I nodded, standing up as well. I then began walking in the direction of the basement with him following me quietly and closely behind. After a few more steps, I opened the mental door, revealing the girl who was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and soft snores coming out from her. Maybe I left her out there for too long? "Athena?" The name flew out of Alessio's mouth which made me furrow my brows in confusion. He walked towards her, taking rather large steps, "fucking hell," he breathed out once he was standing right in front of her, "is she dead?"

“The girl who had to be hidden. The child whose light awoke too soon. Her change came as a teenager. Her mother was exiled, she was erased. Her blood… concealed.” I trembled, my lips parting. “This is me… isn’t it?” Aedan only nodded. And something broke free in my chest. Not light, not power. Truth. An ancient legacy, clawing its way out of silence.

With blood. Lydia stared at him. “What is this really? Some kind of sick club? A test? A punishment?” He hesitated—then led her to the vault again. This time, he opened a hidden panel behind the photo box. Inside was a screen. It came to life with a single touch, revealing a name she’d never seen before. The Society of the Crimson Veil. And beneath it: Ten Women. Ten Trials. One Heir. “You’re the heir?” she asked.

I bolted into the forest, the wind slicing through my fur, carrying me far from Gabe and his false promises of protection. The hideout was close, just beyond the trees. I needed to be away, needed to think, needed to unravel the tangled mess of my past without anyone breathing down my neck. Without Gabe watching me with those damn puppy eyes. I circled the perimeter of the hideout, making sure no one had followed me before slipping inside. The memory of the tombstone–the cold stone with my name etched into it–remained. Here lies the loving daughter of the late Luna Emilia Amelie Mora.

The first was giving birth to Eve alone. Holly turned to her old friend and did her best to act natural. Hopefully she wouldn’t pay attention to the little girl with her. Holly was certain that her old friend would figure out her secret, just by looking at her daughter. It was the reason Holly had left her old life behind, she knew she would not be able to hide it.

He hated this family more and more every time something came up with them. The few people who did survive the curse couldn’t be reached. The family of the girls had kept them hidden from the rest of the world. The last of David’s children, who was born from Deanna’s cousin and David, was a small baby girl that had been held hidden from the world until Larissa, the mother, ended its life. Though Deanna felt sorry for the girl, she was in pain because an innocent baby had died. Now yet another person had been a victim of her family and everything they did.