Hidden Star Village Novels & Stories

Jasmine I am at sea again and staring at the burning town. I try to see if I can tell exactly where this is when I see it. It is Hill Village. The tiny heaps of sand that make the landscape hilly are visible, and I also know that the place isn't landlocked. There are phantom ships at the shore; I can see through them. That is why I can access the burning land. I look at the phantom vessels again, and suddenly, they are visible and opaque, obscuring the view of the burning land. There are hundreds of them, and troops are leaving them to get on the land.

Ryan gasped for air, and he buried his face in the crook of Hu Zhi Ming's neck, unwilling to look at him. Hu Zhi Ming exasperatedly sighed and started walking. ------- Both stopped at the entrance. There was no gate, only two towering pillars made of sturdy wood on either side of the village, with a worn-out banner unfurled above them. The banner stated the village name in bold, black ink. The Lost Village. Ryan swallowed his saliva. Somehow, he felt pairs of invisible eyes unblinkingly staring at them from somewhere. Their heated gazes were devoid of warmth, and the impact of the stares made Ryan shudder. Goosebumps crawled along his skin, triggering an unpleasant discomfort on his whole bo

The wind blew her hair and the sun burned her eyes but she couldn’t stop smiling. “Would you like to come inside and see where you’re sleeping?” Mr. Sween motioned to the castle. A million different emotions swept over Maia. She was instantly brought back into the attic, lying on the cold wood, all alone. She simply nodded and followed Mr. Sween into a side door. She prepared herself for what she was about to walk into. Would it be another attic? They started walking down a flight of stairs and Maia’s heart rate quickened. They were going into the basement.

It stirred memories of Earthland’s earliest days—when the beasts from another dimension had finally been driven out… and just before the Shining Keeper had torn a fragment from its heart, casting it into the skies to become Shamibar. Gildeon moved along the narrow forest trail, the worn dirt path, and snapped twigs underfoot clear signs of human activity. Before long, he spotted a thin plume of smoke curling into the sky. The faint tang of burning wood lingered on the breeze, spurring him onward. Pushing through the dense foliage, he reached the edge of a small village.

••• Linda looked out from her room window and saw something in the still-bright sky, as she looked closely she observed it was… It was the red star. The red star appears every month only to the families that are next to the ruling, it's different from the sacred star and it must be backed up by a sacrifice by every member of that family. Linda's family has been performing the sacrifice for close to a decade that's why Denovon was sure of the ruling power going to his family since they have been seeing the red star and it must be kept a secret.

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

**Shadows in the Light** The night in the village felt unusually heavy, the stars dimmed by a haze that wasn’t there before. Clara stood by the window, her arms wrapped around herself as if warding off a chill. Ethan slept soundly, but Clara couldn’t shake the unease that had gripped her since Malcom’s arrival. She watched the forest edge, the trees swaying gently under the moonlight. For a brief moment, the shadows seemed to move on their own, almost alive. Clara blinked, unsure if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

--- Part I – Arrival in Fog Hollowmere sat nestled in the cold shadows of three converging hills, its lake so still it reflected the sky like tarnished glass. The fog there wasn’t just weather—it was a warning. When Miri, Tulen, and a small team of Custodians crossed into the village, their boots made no sound on the stone path. Unlike Siltrun, Hollowmere hadn’t answered the Council’s missives with refusal or invitation. They’d responded with silence.

My breath caught as houses slowly emerged from thin air alongside lantern lights, narrow pathways, people moving around carrying baskets and talking amongst themselves as if the village had always been there. It was alive. An entire hidden world standing right in front of us. For a second I genuinely could not believe what I was seeing. “They hide themselves from outsiders for safety,” Celeste explained quietly before stepping forward. But before she could take another step, a voice suddenly rang through the village. “Stop right there if you want to stay alive.” The female voice was low and sharp enough to send chills straight down my spine. I looked around instinctively, my pulse kicking ha

* *"You're just like the Weaver." I lunge, the storm erupting in a corona of lightning and spores. The shadows scream, dissolving, but the true Eden stumbles, clutching his chest where his scars have split open, leaking void and starlight. "I'm fine," he lies. The hollow exhales, its breath warping the trees into spirals. --- **The First Altar** We find the village at dusk.