Hidden Realms Novels & Stories

He holds out his hand, looking me in the eye, “Want to see it then?” I hesitate before resting my hand in his. Before I can blink, the whole scenery changes. “Don’t let go of my hand,” Damien says, calmly. I squeeze his hand in fright as I find myself standing in the middle of what looks like a battlefield. Fighters are rushing past us. Blood is being splattered everywhere and I move closer to Damien, overwhelmed. “Three realms existed,” he murmurs as a blood soaked elf runs past us, stabbing a sword into a male’s back. “The demon realm, the realm of Others, and the human realm.”

And as they drifted beyond the horizon of stars, each began to shape a new realm, reflecting their essence back into the cosmos. --- Elyon – The Realm of Echoes Beyond the edge of time, Elyon built his dominion from fragments of what once was. The Realm of Echoes shimmered like glass— a thousand mirrors reflecting past lives, a thousand whispers preserving forgotten truths. Every moment that had ever been still lived here, folded carefully into light and memory. Souls who longed for understanding wandered these mirrored paths. They touched the reflections and relived their most cherished moments— births, loves, victories, farewells—

Luna and her pack ventured deeper into the hidden realm, guided by the shimmering light of the reformed Moonstone. The realm seemed to twist and turn, the very fabric of reality warping around them. Shadows danced and writhed, whispering secrets and half-truths that tugged at the edges of their consciousness. As they pressed on, the air grew heavier, and the path ahead grew more treacherous. They entered a vast labyrinth, its walls lined with shimmering darkness that seemed to pulse with a sinister energy.

If there was even a sliver of a way back… My fingers dragged over one particularly ancient tome: bound in silver and wrapped in spell-locked chains. I whispered the unlocking spell, old enough that the air around me shimmered with pale blue glyphs. The book creaked open. “Chronos Binding,” I murmured. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. Inside were diagrams of realms overlapping each other like threads in a tapestry. Old Realm. Divine Plane. Mortal Realm. Abyssal Void.

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

"To Eldoria. A city that doesn't appear anywhere on the human map. It lies between the veils of the realms, where people like us reside in hiding." "Is that so," she repeated. So, is it true? Everything, Lycans, vampires, secret realms?" "More real than anything you've ever known," he told her. "And more dangerous." Elara rested her forehead on the window. Her mind swirled with memories, Garrett's smirk, the cold shoulder from Mrs. Harrow, the endless grayness of her existence. She should have been scared. But she wasn't. She felt awake. "I did not belong there," she whispered.

“We are here.” Far beyond the reach of known maps, nestled at the edge of the world where the sky grows thin and the wind forgets its name, lies a hidden cave—Veilmar Hollow. It is buried in rock, veiled by cliffs and deep mist, with no visible path leading to it. Surrounding it is a sealed forest, frozen in eternal dusk. The trees there are blackened and twisted, their roots chained into the earth with glowing runes. No bird sings. No wind moves. The entire forest slumbers under a spell so old, even the stars have forgotten it.

Because he hadn't heard her laugh in five years, and he wanted to hear it for the rest of his life. Morning arrived quickly. Everyone gathered in the courtyard. Eryx stood beside his dragon. Morwen carried several satchels filled with herbs. Selena held Luna protectively. Queen Lyssandra looked uneasy. Caelan remained unusually quiet. Killian adjusted his sword. "Explain this Hollow Realm again." Morwen sighed. "It exists between worlds. A place created by forgotten gods. A prison. A sanctuary. A nightmare." Kael frowned. "Very helpful." Morwen ignored him. "The Hollow Realm feeds on memories. It searches your heart. It finds your regrets. Then turns them into monsters."

The air grew colder, denser, humming with restrained power. At the end of the passage stood an archway of blackened stone, carved with runes that twisted in and out of visibility. Beyond it, faint silver mist drifted like breath. Mireya stepped ahead, testing the ground. “This looks like the core.” Kaelen frowned. “Of what?” “The place where both realms overlap. The Hollow.” He glanced at her. “You knew of it?” “Only from old tales,” she admitted. “The monks said it was where souls linger when they’re too bound to the living world to move on. No one’s ever returned from it.”

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.