Hidden Tale Novels & Stories

’ Pamela said before turning to leave. Pamela suspected her daughter cajoling her to dinner had something to do with the issue they were discussing. Like her, she was stubborn and Pamela knew her daughter’s inquisitive mind will dig to find the real reason for dropping the matter. No matter what, she was not about to let her daughter find out about her hidden skeletons not after two decades of hiding them so well.

There’s a proverb, “Curiosity kills the cat.” Despite Alex's refusal, she headed to that side. She couldn't stop her feet from striding towards the hall. There wasn't much light apart from a faint yellow light coming from an ornate lamp. Though it did look eerie. After taking some more steps she halted in her steps, as something caught her peripheral vision. There’s a door at the head of the hallway. While all the other doors were new, this one remained an old crafted dark wood door and it was locked. Whose room is it? And why is it locked unlike every other room around here? Alex mentioned that storerooms were located in the basement, thus this space cannot be a storehouse either.. She touc

While packing, I would think of his disfigured body when he died. So, I packed on and off for two full days. At the very end, as I was wiping down a decorative piece on Dad's desk, a click sounded. A hidden compartment appeared on the bookshelf behind me, revealing a locked box. I froze for a second, then pried the box open with a hammer. Inside was a document I had never seen before. I read through it, noting that the contents seemed to relate to the Bianchi family's bankruptcy. I steadied my racing heart and hired a trusted private investigator to look into the matter.

Wright's cryptic file names and the surveillance camera I had found at home. Piece by piece, it felt like something much larger—and far more unsettling—was coming together. Some secret, hidden in plain sight, was waiting to be uncovered.

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

⸻ Clara’s Discovery: The Tether Broken Hours passed before Clara’s fingers trembled as they turned the brittle pages of the ancient text she had unearthed from the ruins beneath Hollow Hill. She was no closer to understanding the full scope of the threat—but with each passage, each fragment of truth she pieced together, the situation grew grimmer.

For the first time since the blizzard, the future felt open instead of terrifying. But as we reached the edge of the graveyard, my phone buzzed with one final unknown message. Unknown: “The files are gone. But some secrets never stay buried. Check the family tree again. Not everyone is who they seem. The real story isn’t over yet.” Ethan read it over my shoulder, body tensing. “They’re still playing games. But we’re stronger than their shadows.” The final shadow, though fading, refused to disappear completely.

It was as if they had faked their own death, vanishing without a trace. For the past week, Helma had been hacking away, trying to sneak into the Xenoria PD's secret files without making a peep. Today, she finally cracked it. She dug around and hit the jackpot—a bunch of photos from the case. She flicked through them; they were mostly just shots of the chaos left behind. The takedown had happened in some dusty ghost town in the middle of nowhere, and the pics had this eerie, otherworldly vibe.