Hidden Depths Novels & Stories

My skin prickles. I grip the edge and pull it free. A hidden compartment yawns open in the darkness. Small. Deep enough for documents. Cash. Jewelry. Secrets. With trembling fingers, I slide my hand inside. Dust brushes my skin. Bare wood. Nothing else. I search deeper. Left side. Right side. The back panel. Nothing. Empty. I slowly withdraw my hand and stare into the hollow space. Cold realization spreading through me. “Just like I thought,” I whisper. Someone already got here first.

After everyone showered, which got delayed because Ife was happy to be able to to get ravished by all of her mates at the same time, they enjoyed a candle light dinner on the balcony. Duskin updated her and the twins on his findings concerning Jacob and Esime. They had gone to another realm to hide out, one that wasn’t used freely and came with a steep price. They sacrificed a part of a soul every time they entered this realm and they most likely were using souls from the growing list of missing people. Ife suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of doom headed their way. She didn’t know if it was for the pup or pups in her womb. If it was because of the battle ahead of them with Jacob and Esi

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee

“Can’t you see I’ve got other business to handle?” Violet was still reeling, her skin flushed, breath coming fast. Her hand clung tight around his wrist, hotter than his own. But what caught him off guard—her glassy eyes weren’t on his face. They were fixed on his watch. Julian shifted his wrist slightly, but her gaze followed, locked in. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the dial. “This feels… so familiar…” she murmured. Her eyes lingered on the dial, tracing the ticking hand. It didn’t sweep smoothly like most mechanicals. It jumped—tick, tick—each second snapping into place with a precise rebound. A rare complication she’d only ever read about: the deadbeat seconds.

The city felt different today—charged with an undercurrent of unease that mirrored the turmoil within her. The Order’s headquarters, a nondescript stone building tucked behind a veil of ancient oaks, loomed ahead. To the untrained eye, it was merely an old library, its weathered facade blending seamlessly with Mooncrest’s historic district. But Aurora knew better. Beneath its unassuming exterior lay a fortress of secrets, its halls buzzing with the covert operations of the supernatural world’s most elite spies.

He nodded his head in agreement. “Yup. Just think of it like this. A hidden location. A covered mountain, never meant to see the light of days. And deep within it is an unforgettable waterfall served with a dark purpose. An unending depths of a hole. So deep that one can't see the bottom of it. Unless of course, you fall into it.” “Oh. Right. Like us,” said Agatha, clearing her throat. He nodded his head in agreement. “So, something that was never meant to be real, became real?”

Dmitri gazed at the crusted bloodstains on the rotted wooden floor as Quinn heaved heavily, “I’m gonna puke.” “All of you, leave the room and search the area again,” Dmitri ordered and they gratefully left the room, no hesitation. As much as the smell and sight of this room were awful, he knew he could stand it. Like the other rooms, this study needs to be searched for anything and everything, no matter how disgusting and revolting it is. He made his way over to the large desk that sat on the other side of the room, ignoring the bloodstains and the mummified flesh that has dropped onto it, and rummaged through the yellowed papers of spells and ways to torture and drawings of her victims. Dmi

Emily picked up her flashlight which was lying on the floor. Turn it on and aim at that dark hole. But all that could be seen were the stairs leading down. The dim flashlight could not make them know the end of the stairs. Correct! They have discovered a hidden secret in this orphanage. A secret that no one has known for a long time. A dark and secret room underground. "We don't know how deep the theme is," Emily said. Emma stood up and picked up a fairly thick book and dropped it down.

she sobbed with her head digging holes on her desk and her tears raining on her trouser,making her thighs damp. The phone on her desk rang but she didn't pick it up. It was probably a call for the meeting. She continued to cry for him to come back. She cried all the way she wanted to. No one would hear her, the walls were soundproofed. Nor could anyone see her, the blinds had been closed.

The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the thick blanket of snow. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead. Life is but a roaming shadow, a pitiable thespian. Who struts and frets his few moments upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale imparted by a foolish wit, full of noise and fury... yet meaningless nonetheless.