Hidden Person Novels & Stories

Her skin seemed undecided about staying in this world. “What have you dragged to my door, wolf-cub?” she rasped. “My cousin,” Kael said, respectful but unafraid. “She needs to be hidden.” Those misted eyes pinned me. “You wish to pass among males unseen.” “Yes.” My voice didn’t shake.

"But if Esther’s hiding here, we can’t afford to turn back." Hours passed as we followed the lead given to us by the man we’d interrogated. He had spoken of a cave system, a place where Esther supposedly kept her wolves. We found the entrance exactly where he’d said it would be—a jagged opening in the side of a rocky hill, partially concealed by overgrown foliage. Jake raised a hand, signaling for everyone to stop. The group fell silent, the tension palpable as we gathered around the entrance. "This is it," Jake said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Be ready for anything."

“I own the building. This room is also hidden from the floor plans, and the entrance is hidden. This room is also soundproof. Other than me, you are the only one who knows about this room.” “Tristan doesn’t know about this room either? I thought the two of you were best friends and did everything together.” I thought about how Maria was in and out of the apartment. “What about Maria.” “My identity is a little more complicated than what you think.” “What are you, like a secret agent?” I laughed.

⸻ ❤️ ⸻ The city-sized shelves trembled. ⸻ Because nobody recognized her. ⸻ Not the Mother. ⸻ Not the Father. ⸻ Not even the Witness. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ How could someone be forgotten by beings older than creation? ⸻ 🌙 The Hidden Name The memory blurred. ⸻ As though reality itself refused to reveal her identity. ⸻ The pages shook. ⸻ The library groaned. ⸻ Then finally— A name appeared.

POV: Sienna Rhodes The address takes me three weeks to find. Not because Helena hides badly, but because she hides well, which is the distinction between someone who does not want to be found and someone who does not want to be found by people who do not know where to look. I know where to look because I have been looking at the edges of things my whole life, the peripheral, the almost-visible, the trail that exists if you are paying the right kind of attention.

Because in a room full of important people The most interesting thing wasn’t the deals. Or the wealth. Or the influence. It was them. And the question no one could answer. Who exactly was the woman standing next to Kael Hawthorne?

Her chest felt like it was exploding as she pumped her legs, tears and snot trailing down her face and she just wanted to stop, but then she reminded herself of the alternative and kept moving. Desperate, she pressed on, running after the stranger who was persistently tugging her along. They finally saw another building. The stranger hesitated only a second before darting into a small abandoned place, hiding in the night shadows.

Subject: I want to meet you in person. Rose’s heart raced. This is it. The chance to save the NGO but as the screen glowed in her hand, another thought chilled her. How can I meet him… if I’m trapped in here?

“I’m sorry I made you worry.” I shake my head. “Don’t apologize. I just didn’t know if they caught you.” “They didn’t. Not yet.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “So… what now?” He leans against the dresser. “There’s a rumor. About a projector who lives deep in the mountains. One of the old ones. Hidden.” “If they are hidden, how did you hear about them?” My voice drops. “Does anyone know you're looking for them?” He nods once. “They say she uses glamours and illusions to hide. No one is sure why she chooses to live alone, only that she prefers solitude.”

Sion worked the room with the precision of a surgeon, but he never let her stray more than an inch from his side. "Ah, the happy couple," a voice oily enough to ruin the carpet interrupted them. Julian Vane stood there, flanked by a woman in a dress made entirely of gold sequins. But it wasn't Julian who made Lilia’s blood turn to lead. It was the man hovering in the shadows just behind him, wearing a tuxedo that clearly didn't fit. Danny. "What is he doing here?" Lilia’s voice was a sharp intake of air.