Hidden Tale Novels & Stories

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.

“I can't say much about the three, but the basic here seems obvious if there’s something you’ve hidden reveal it, if you have guilt acknowledge it, perhaps the start to your answer lies in those hidden truths,” He slammed his fist on the table, he could not reveal the truth, no matter what, but this vision…sighing he placed his head in his hand feeling the weight of the ever-growing issue become heavier. There were rumours of odd events happening across the land, Riders in black cloaks on horses as black as night travelling through the villages leaving behind death, illnesses, and discord. Soon the truth would be out amongst the people of Ehlesaar and to their neighbouring kingdoms. He was

Shelves of dark mahogany groaned under the weight of glass artifacts, scrolls bound in human hair, and jars that pulsed with trapped, flickering light. ​“This isn't a cottage,” Silas whispered, his voice trembling as he ran a finger over a shelf. He pulled a heavy, leather-bound volume from its place. “This is a vault of timelines. Rowena didn't just hide secrets; she hid the evidence of everything she failed to fix.”

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

He and Harry had been lucky that they had not been seen crossing from the farm, as there had been little shelter and, thinking that they’d wandered outside of the farm boundaries, they hadn’t been taking as much care not to be seen. “What are they hiding that requires such a heavy guard?” Harry asked the question that Talen had been thinking. “We’re going to find out,” Talen decided. The shed was long and narrow, and pristine. A new installation hidden within the woodland, behind a tall, razor-wire topped fence, and guarded by Van Helsing soldiers in tree stands. He really wanted to know what it was that the Van Helsings wanted hidden so badly. He and Harry split up. The speed at which they

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the answers that will satisfy my curiosity. I was about to turn off my laptop, when a link popped up on my screen. Without any hesitations, I opened it. There were only few words listed on this page. It says that there is an unknown author who wrote a mysterious book which contained everything about death, clock birthmarks, soul mates and ill-fated relationships. I spent time searching for it. The title of the book is Hidden and just like it's name, it was nowhere to be found. My mom and dad also accompanied me to the clinic where Callie used to check up but Dr. Alvidarez was no longer there. Same goes to Dr. Montressor.

She crossed the room and placed her palm against the cold stone wall. Nothing happened. She waited. Then a faint sound drifted through the stone. A whisper. Not words. Not quite. Something distant. Something searching. Almost like someone calling from very far away. Elara pulled her hand back. Her heart hammered. The medallion remained warm. She stared toward the sealed passage. The palace had buried records. It had rewritten history. It had hidden the truth about her father. But suddenly, Elara wondered if the palace had been hiding something else entirely.

⸻ 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.