Hidden Identity Novels & Stories

The moment she hit enter, a hidden address flashed onto her screen: “The Underpass, Old Dock Road, Sector 9.” Her breath caught. She knew that place. It was half-abandoned, buried in the industrial district far from the main city, a place no one would look twice at. A chill swept through her. Her throat went dry. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Whoever this man was, he knew her past. And now, he was pulling her straight into its shadows. She folded the paper again, tighter this time, and stuffed it back into her pocket like it burned her fingers. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

I shot back, "Isn't it convenient to pin everything on a scapegoat when you need someone to blame? I don't even have a magical guardian bound to me. How could I possibly have destroyed Ebonwave Island? It was clearly Yasmin's Wyvern that did it!" Yasmin, displeased, retorted, "You lack the skills, but it's not just about that, is it? You're bitter because Father locked you up and took away your chance to bond with those magical guardians. And you're green with envy because I've got the Wyrm Lord on my side. So, you're out for payback against him and me! Hiding behind your princess title, you swiped the white Wyvern egg, acting like you never stepped foot off Ebonwave Island.

“If they're as righteous as you claim, why keep their identity a secret?” He stiffened, just slightly. Then masked it just as quickly. “That... I don't know.” He looked away. “All I know is that the boss himself goes by a name.” I gave him a confused look. He glanced behind him as if choosing his words carefully. Then back to me. “The Shadow Heir.” I frowned. “The Shadow Heir?” “Nobody knows who he is. Not even his own members. He operates through proxies, never shows his face in public, and his identity is the most guarded secret in the underworld.”

I let him. “What?” His voice is low, steady. “What did you hear?” I’m breathing too fast. “She said if they ask… we say we’re one person.” Marcus goes pale. “No.” Adrian’s hands tighten slightly. “Meaning?” I stare at nothing. “I don’t know.” But somewhere deep down—I do. Two girls. One identity. One hidden. One shown. Marcus starts typing furiously. “Give me thirty seconds.” The room fills with the sound of keys and my heartbeat.

Her sharp blue eyes darted back and forth between the screen and a sheet of paper covered in cryptic notes. The members of Aiden's secret organization, codenamed "The Metaphor," were scattered across the globe, each one living a double life. One moment, they might be a high-ranking executive at a multinational corporation, and the next, they could be a deadly assassin, silently infiltrating a heavily guarded compound. Their identities were as tightly wound as the coils of a watch spring, ready to unleash their hidden talents when called upon.

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.

Rylin's POV Amy and I walked into her Rouge house. The place was fascinating, pictures of rouges down every hall, pictures of the Alphas and pack names on certain halls. They still identified with their packs even the ones who had been tossed. Then they're was the one hall that stood out the most 'Hidden' is what it said. We turned down that hall and it was pictures of rouge Alpha and Betas starting back from centuries all the way until it led to Davina and Amy's pictures. This place was beautiful, a story on every corner. Something they all can be proud of. If only it was so easy for others. She made this a home for them.

The cab driver dropped me off at the bottom of a dirt road and sped off, he shouted something in Spanish, and it sounded like he said; “if you want to walk through the gates of hell walk through it alone bless his soul.” I made my way up the long dirt road, almost falling on my face a couple of times because of these ridiculously high heels my friend asked me to lend me. I stopped in front of a huge white metal gate with a wolf's head engraved on the front, I pressed the buzzer and the screen lit up displaying a man in black. “Speak your name.” he grouched “ Good morning, my name is Reyda Harvey, I'm here for the interview.” “What's the password, it should be written on the back of your form

I promise him I would never let anyone see it though I didn’t ask him why to know the reason at least. So I came up with a few hypotheses, that I might disappear and turn to sand or whatever if someone did see it. Or I might get recognized, that I was cursed. And someone that should have been killed. There had been a lot more that I had come up with, that I don’t even want to talk about.

she said. Erica stood up pacing her room slowly "if my mother truly suffered a mental illness, why would my father deny her medical treatments? He is too kind to be that heartless but all the same, I can't understand how a mentally ill mother can be kind to one child and cruel to the other, none of this makes sense to me, what are they hiding?" She sighed nodding her head. "Someone is definitely lying, they are hiding something from me but how am I supposed to find out when I am left in the dark?"