Hidden Person Novels & Stories

It was then that we stumbled upon a long-forgotten chapter—one that we had buried in the depths of our memories, hoping it would never resurface. The secret involved a dark night, years ago, when our paths had intersected with a mysterious figure known only as "The Whisperer." This enigmatic individual held knowledge that could shatter the very foundation of our existence, and their intentions remained unknown. Driven by a relentless pursuit of the truth, Nathaniel and I embarked on a journey to uncover the identity of The Whisperer and the secrets they held. It led us down a treacherous path, navigating through a labyrinth of lies, betrayal, and hidden agendas.

But I can’t help the feeling that someone is really, really watching me. My pulse spikes. Slowly, I scan the dim room. People are dancing against the flashing lights, but my gaze lands on a tall figure leaning against the edge of the VIP bar, tucked into the dark corner of the club. He’s wearing a black leather jacket, a dark baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, and a black face mask hiding the lower half of his face. Despite being hidden in the dark and covered in a mask, I find him hauntingly familiar.

But only Eldric, Caleb, and I knew about the trapdoor hidden beneath the Persian rug in the study that led to dark and cold dungeons underneath. The first time I brought Caleb to this cottage and revealed my little secret, he responded with, ‘It’s just like you. Charming on the surface, monstrous underneath.’ Caleb was already waiting for me outside, “Took you long enough. My fingers are itching to feel some bones cracking under them.” I shifted back to my human form and quickly slipped on my clothes, “No one saw you.” It wasn’t a question. Just a confirmation. We had abducted a human from the human residential area. Council could never even hear a rumor about it.

"It is still in the neighbourhood of the old home that has been abandoned. We learned that there is a hidden subterranean at the spot, and that only a single person is ever seen going in and coming out of it while wearing a disguise." "An underground? Where did you receive all of these really useful pieces of information?" Steve was pondering the possibility of other people who had this level of knowledge. As he waited for Thomas to respond, he had a nagging sense of unease inside himself. "A hunter is someone who we have had the opportunity to see not too long ago. He disclosed all information to us, but he did not know for certain whether or not Sir Shane would be in the underground. He sa

The way she had been treating him and acting like a bitch that she wasn't could have given off that aura. She had just finished texting Mr. Clifford on the phone to thank him for helping her when she got out of her room with a pair of shorts and armless top that was revealing the inscription on her arm. She was used to dressing like that at home, since she rarely had visitors except her best friend who came once in a while. But, she always hides the inscription from her by wearing a huge t-shirt with sleeves long enough to reach her elbows.

A rose fragrance wafted to her nose as she rubbed it across her mouth. When she was done with the poppers, he nudged her to stand and led her toward a square outline embedded within the tall shrubs at the front. She followed behind quietly and jumped over the channel drain. It wasn't until she watched him push the hedge and heard the creaks that she realized what he was going to do. Clover drew in a sharp breath. It was a hidden exit. Neither linking to the main entrance nor giving any hints to anyone about their disappearance. "Wait!" Clover paused her steps. "What about your special guest appearance?"

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

Children lay on the dusty ground, catching any drops they could to drink. "That pesky white Wyvern is going to get a piece of my mind!" I remained quiet, not interested in meddling with the Wyvern or the plight of the villagers. However, as we sought refuge from the rain, I stumbled upon a lively shrine dedicated to a goddess. I watched the villagers, their faces etched with earnest prayers, and approached them with a question: "Can you tell me which goddess is honored here? "With all the struggles for daily bread, why do you still come to pay homage?"

"We blackmail the most powerful people in the world?" "No," Kai said. "We give the names to the Director. We make it so they’re too busy defending themselves to worry about a critic and a singer who disappeared." I looked at the federal building across the street. The Director had been cold, but she had been fair. If we could give her the names, we wouldn't just be ghosts. We would be untouchable. "Where is it?" I asked. "It’s in the city," Kai said. "Hidden in plain sight. It’s under the old opera house. The one that’s been closed for renovations for five years."

Elsewhere – Clarissa’s Hidden Estate Clarissa watched Ethan and Nathan’s press conference replay again. “You’re going to try to be heroes,” she murmured. “But even heroes fall.” She tapped her keyboard again, this time opening a second folder. “Ethan: Mother | Institutional Records | Buried Files” Her lips curled. “Let’s see how strong love really is when I bring back everything he thought he’d escaped.”