Hidden Depths Novels & Stories

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

Singing softly. The same scent. The same warmth. The same voice. Tears unexpectedly filled her eyes. Without thinking, Selene pushed the door open. The ancient hinges groaned softly. A narrow staircase descended into darkness. Deep beneath the palace. And at the very bottom... A faint silver light glowed. Waiting. Calling. Inviting. Selene took one step forward. Then another. Unaware that someone was watching from the shadows. Unaware that she was walking directly toward a secret hidden for nearly two decades.

"And the truth is that you were never meant to survive the night your father died, you were just the battery for my rebirth!" Silas grabbed Verina and threw her toward the diver just as the floor beneath them opened into a massive, dark abyss. The sub-level was falling into a deeper, forgotten layer of the harbor’s foundations, a secret world beneath the secret vault. As Verina was pulled upward by the diver, she looked down one last time and saw Silas being dragged into the darkness by the girl, both of them illuminated by a sudden, massive burst of violet light that suggested the Archive was going critical.

They were calm and deep, as if they could hold every hidden wave. “The book doesn’t need to be deserved. You only need to want to read it,” he said softly. He placed the paper bag on the shoe cabinet by the door and stepped back. “If you change your mind, I live in the building next door.” He disappeared down the hallway. Yvette closed the door after a while. She leaned against it and breathed deeply. She had expected tears, but her face was dry when she touched it. She wanted to cry, but her eyes felt dry and sore.

"The pressure in the Ley-Lines... it’s spiking. Something is pulling energy from the roots. Something big." Audrey felt a cold shiver down her spine. It wasn't magic, but a mother’s instinct. She looked at Caelum. The boy had dropped the gear. He was staring at the floor, his face devoid of emotion. "It’s not a sibling," Caelum whispered, his voice echoing in all their minds. "It’s the Deep. The First King didn't just hide the shadows... he buried his own Sins." The floor of the Council Chamber cracked. A puff of white, freezing steam erupted from the fissure, smelling not of sulfur, but of ancient, stagnant water.

A narrow stone stairwell led downward, into the dark belly of the house. Damp. Still. Breathing. My hand trembled. But I went down. One step. Two steps. Closer to the sound. Further from the light. The crying now felt like it was inside me. Wailing not with sorrow—but with something older. A plea that clawed at my chest, scraping every emotion I didn’t want to remember. And then I saw it. An open chamber deep beneath the house. No furniture. No candles. Just one thing in the center—

only to find our faces inches away OMG my heart is raising so bad right now..we were so lust into eachothers eyes and i felt like there is no going back to what is about to happen We were already so connected now..like never before He kept coming closer and gently..as something immediatly surrounded us like the forces in the Blackwhole (this is a dark circle found in space..with a luminous light within and very powerful forces in the middle of it..this forces are the most powerful forces in the universe)

Chapter 25: Secrets Beneath the Surface The dawn broke over Brooklyn like a fragile promise, pale light creeping cautiously through the heavy curtains of Damon Draven’s penthouse. But inside, the world was far from peaceful. Shadows lingered in every corner, secrets whispered behind closed doors, and the air hummed with a tension that refused to dissipate.

There was no magic he could not penetrate, no hidden spell he could not unravel. ******* Nestled deep within the shadows of a dense, ancient forest lay a chilling sanctuary hidden from mortal eyes. The entrance, shrouded by creeping ivy and moss-covered stones, led into a vast chamber with vaulted ceilings, adorned with eerie, flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the damp, stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of must and decay, punctuated by the metallic tang of fresh blood.

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.