Hidden Daughter Novels & Stories

She should have done a better job in concealing her identity. But she still struck me as odd. Quinn Harper, as an eighteen-year-old billionaire's daughter, had about just as much information on her as her alias. She was kept away from the public eye and from what I could tell, completely oblivious to the happenings around her. What a shame. Daddy should have really thought things through before sending his little princess into a wolf pack with me as the alpha. I was going to enjoy playing with her before tossing her back when I finally grew bored.

With a mixture of sorrow and determination, she steeled herself to face the unknown path ahead, ready to embrace her daughter's new form and support her through the uncharted territory of a life reborn. Locked away in the confines of the secret room, Annabelle remained unaware of her true identity, her memories a void waiting to be filled. Chole, burdened by the knowledge of Annabelle's past as Lilith, grappled with the complexities of the situation, her heart heavy with the weight of the decisions she had made.

“Your secret is safe with me, Lyra. I’m like you. I’m a hybrid too—part witch, part werewolf. But I’ve kept my powers secret.” “You stay alone?” “Yes, I do. I lost my parents brutally… because they broke the rule. They got involved with each other.” She paused, eyes lowering. “So I had to hide my identity… to survive.” Before I could respond, the walls trembled slightly. A low, guttural roar echoed from outside—deep and chilling. The windows rattled. “He’s here.” ******** Elsewhere… “You’ve always kept to your word,” Linda said. “The girl is gone, and finally, me and my daughter can breathe. No more fighting for my husband’s affection.”

So much has happened, and so many secrets have been brought to light, after what I saw in my dream and at her funeral, I knew she was telling the truth. “This is who we are, we are their doppelgangers, their second chance to be reborn. She believes that your birthday is the same day as her daughters, her daughter was a hybrid witch and vampire, incredibly powerful. She had two daughters, one was just as evil, who could wield fire elements. She believes that you are the incarnate of Ravena.” everything she was saying clicked with that dream I had. “It makes sense” she looked at me questioning.

Livia’s brows pulled together slightly. “And I’m the offer?” Her mother’s eyes softened Just a little. “You are my daughter,” she said. That wasn’t warmth. That was a strategy. Livia understood that much. Silence settled again. Because this It was bigger than her. Bigger than just a suggestion. This was a plan. Already forming. And somehow She was already part of it. Livia leaned back slowly. Her thoughts are racing now. Kael Hawthorne. The name echoed in her mind.

They were so blue. She will be a beautiful young woman, strong and fierce. I can only hope the people we found to hide her for us will teach her all she should know. I hated handing her over, but it was the best thing we could do. We could fake her death. It would be expected with how small she has always been. Pups her size are known not to make it. But it had to be done before the alpha of The Demon Shadows, the most powerful pack there is, arrives. Alpha Cain found out somehow that we had a daughter and wished to see her. I knew his true intentions, though. He would use his power and strength to take her from us and keep her under his watchful eye until she was of age. Then she would have

The goblet slipped from his hand and shattered on the marble floor, crimson liquid spreading like spilled blood. The Queen, seated by the hearth, looked up with concern. She rose immediately, crossing the room with grace and purpose. "Thandor, what did you say?" He turned to her, eyes still locked on the scroll. "I have a daughter." She reached for his hand. "Tell me." "There’s a girl in the Hollow. The council sent word. She survived the Moonstone Rite... and she’s half wolf, half siren." Recognition flickered in the Queen’s eyes, followed by quiet understanding. "Nerena."

Anya said flatly. Ronan studied her for a long moment. “You’re not your mother,” he said, tone not unkind. “Eva was… clever. But she knew when to vanish.” Anya stood slowly. Straightened. “I’m not vanishing.” She crossed to him, her voice low. “I have a daughter. And I’ve been silent my whole life. If legacy can’t survive the truth, it deserves to burn.” Ronan’s expression didn’t change. But when he left, he said only:

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

"You made me believe I was nothing. You let me get rejected in front of three hundred people for being broken — and you were at the far end of the country the whole time, choosing not to come." "Yes." Just that. No defense. She met every word and did not flinch from one of them. "All of it. Yes. The network whispered a silver child had surfaced in the king's own house, and I have not stopped moving since. I'd have come sooner. I have been coming for twenty-four years." A shadow crossed her face. "And the night I hid you, daughter, I did not only hide you — there were others I could not reach, and one I have never let myself name. But that is for after. First we keep your son breathing."