Hidden Depths Novels & Stories

No wonder Taylor had forgotten all about his secret shaft. Taylor walks across to the bookcase and removes a couple of the titles, exposing a keypad hidden in a recess. He taps in several numbers and then suddenly the whole bookcase swings open to reveal a large dark hole. Several seconds later lights start blinking on, illuminating the shaft as we all step forward to peer down into its murky depths. Once the final light illuminates the bottom of the chute, we all breathe a collective sigh of relief; it is empty. I guess it was not just me wondering if we would find Richard hiding down there.

The little girl was staring at the opening in the floor. Pure terror on her face. “What is it?” Adrian demanded. Elara’s voice shook. “It’s not just a staircase.” Silence. The golden light pulsed. Once. Twice. Then something moved in the depths below. Something enormous. Something alive. And slowly, from far beneath Blackthorn Mountain, a colossal golden eye opened and looked directly up at us.

The door opened slowly, and Albert stepped in, walking toward his wife’s body, which was lying on the bed, covered by a blanket that trembled slightly due to her sobs. Albert hardened his heart and approached Sophia. “Sophia, we need to talk,” he said coldly. Sophia didn’t move, her sobs ceasing. She responded with the same frozen tone, “I understand. There’s nothing to talk about.” Albert glared at her angrily. “What do you think you just did, huh?!” he yelled, then grabbed the blanket covering his wife’s body and yanked it off, revealing her pale, flawless skin only covered by a sexy yellow bikini.

I growled in her face. “How can you let him talk to me like that Mateo?” Jillian asked. “The same way you let your son plot to kill my daughter.” Mateo said. “Alpha. They found Amelia. She’s hiding in the old mines.” A guard said, rushing into the room. “You stay here and watch Amelia. She doesn’t go or do anything without my approval.” Mateo growled and the whole lot of us ran out the back door of the packhouse.

David confidently walked towards the black van when he heard the car door slide open, dragging along some baseball bat. David's eyes widened like saucers upon sighting the dead bodies all over the floorboard and car seats of the black van. His body trembled in fear, and he stumbled back, landing on the ground with a thud. David instinctively crawled back, his fearful eyes staring at lifeless ones. "Aah!" He screamed, "B-body! Dad, there're corpses!" Tray signaled his men to surround the black van. Fuck, it smells like shit! David covered his nose in disgust, the sickening smell of blood overwhelming his senses.

Within the sanctuary's sacred embrace, a sym In the hallowed depths of the sacred sanctuary, a place where secrets whispered and shadows danced, two souls sought refuge from the tempestuous world outside. Zavier, with his brooding eyes and enigmatic aura, and Sophia, with her ethereal grace and fierce determination, were drawn together by an invisible force, their hearts entwined in a delicate dance of solace and strength. As they ventured deeper into the sanctuary, its ancient walls whispered tales of forgotten legends and untold mysteries. The air crackled with an electric energy, as if the very essence of their In the depths of their souls, they bared their most intimate desires and vulne

It didn't look familiar and I didn't know what it meant but something was telling me that I should keep this hidden as far and as deep as I possibly could until I could figure out what it meant. Feeling tired, I put the coin into the little bag that Dora had shown me to make when I was younger and hid it with my underwear, somewhere I knew dad wouldn't search and Dora mostly kept her hands out of my things. Closing my eyes I laid back waiting for the usual slideshow of faces to start playing out in front of me but nothing happened and I just drifted into a peaceful sleep, something that I couldn't remember the last time I had done without the help of something extra.

27 Brandon I closed the script I was holding in my hand and placed it on the table. Sighing, I shut my eyes just to recall the new toy I have under my radar, Jenna. The breathtakingly beautiful girl who seemed perfect to satisfy my hungry beast. Her face, appearing plump lips, seducing bright olive-green eyes that shined the brightest all the time; they held thousands of emotions in the same second, sometimes she displayed her tamed, soft side and other times her eyes ignited the ferocity her soul is capable of holding. All of her body called out to me like her skin was begging me to explore her each inch, or I might say my fervid beast couldn’t hold himself once she came around.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

But instead of worrying if he can come out alive in an unfamiliar place, a grin played on Vincent’s lips. “This is how she can come in and out without being suspicious,” he whispered. His piercing gaze landed the long way ahead of him. He shoved his hand inside his pocket and grabbed his phone. He opened the flashlight and walked forward to explore the secret place. The floor is uneven, and the walls are covered with dirt, dust, and speckles. He pointed at the light upward and saw the sharp corners which lead somewhere. It was chilly inside. With every step he made, the eerie sound of his own pace resonated around.