Hidden Tale Novels & Stories

Little did he know, on that fateful night, that he would stumble upon the key to their salvation, hidden amidst the shadows of uncertainty. In the depths of the ancient forest, where sunlight danced through the emerald canopy, a lone wanderer found himself on an unexpected journey. With each step, his heart quickened, sensing an unseen force drawing him closer to a secret yet untold. And then, as if guided by an invisible hand, he stumbled upon a hidden chamber, concealed from prying eyes for centuries. The chamber, nestled deep within the heart of the forest, exuded an aura of mystery and intrigue. Its very existence whispered tales of forgotten legends and untold wonders. As he cautiously

'Leela said, Nolan was healthy again, and he was able to walk around. He sent Voss to the Library. Nolan's ancestor has a book called Hidden Secret that they recorded encounters with other creatures. Voss flip through the pages of the book and discovered something that could help. He ran toward Nolan's room. Voss pushed the door open he was out of breath. Voss was excited about his discovery walked into the room. ''I think I know what wrong with her. "Voss said,

What he brought out didn’t look like a novel. It was an old leather-bound journal, hand-stitched, pages stained with age. He handed it to me without a word. I opened it slowly, and the first thing I saw was a sketch of a man mid-shift, half-human, half-wolf, his mouth open in a silent scream. “There are stories,” Thomas said quietly. “Stuff no one talks about anymore. Most people laugh it off. But there’s always some truth buried in the myths.” I nodded, heart racing. “Where did you get this?”

The same haunted sorrow, the same broken grace. Then came the voice. Donatello’s. Raspy. Echoing. Laced with a snake’s cruelty. “This one was hidden. Forgotten by her beloved mother, but I found her, gave her the truth and now, dear Talana... I’ll take her too.” There was no flourish. No ceremony. Just a flash of silver. A gasp. A cut scream. Then blood. The feed ended with a static burst. No name. No trace. Just red.

Like something important had ended here and never been replaced. “How did the child die?” I asked. Celia shook her head. “That is not my story to tell.” I swallowed. There was so much about Edgar I did not know. Layers beneath the king. Beneath the tyrant I had convinced myself he was. Celia walked toward a tapestry near the far wall. “There is more.” She pulled it aside. A smaller door was hidden behind it. My heart began to race. “What is in there?” She glanced back at me. “Truth,” she said. “Or something close to it.”

“Keep pulling that thread. You’re closer to the truth than you think. Just be careful how fast you pull it, because some things unravel faster than you’re prepared for.” Then she walked away too, leaving me alone in the hallway with more unanswered questions than I’d started with, a missing security chief, a father unwilling to explain decades-old secrets, and a name, Gerald Hale, sitting heavy in my mind like the first loose thread in a much larger, much more dangerous tapestry.

Yet, the room felt empty, abandoned. As she turned to leave, a flash of black caught her attention. It lay on the edge of his bed, barely noticeable against the dimly lit room. Curiosity and a strange sense of foreboding compelled her to investigate further. Talia approached cautiously, her pulse quickening with each step. She reached out and picked up the black cloth, tightened by a careful knot. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized it as a piece of all-black clothing.

It was then that we stumbled upon a long-forgotten chapter—one that we had buried in the depths of our memories, hoping it would never resurface. The secret involved a dark night, years ago, when our paths had intersected with a mysterious figure known only as "The Whisperer." This enigmatic individual held knowledge that could shatter the very foundation of our existence, and their intentions remained unknown. Driven by a relentless pursuit of the truth, Nathaniel and I embarked on a journey to uncover the identity of The Whisperer and the secrets they held. It led us down a treacherous path, navigating through a labyrinth of lies, betrayal, and hidden agendas.

The shadow of a long-forgotten secret loomed over us, threatening to shatter the fragile peace we had found. With trepidation in his eyes, Xander confided in me, sharing the truth that had haunted him for years. He revealed his involvement in an underground secret society, a dark world that he had long since distanced himself from. It was a past he had buried deep, hoping it would never resurface.

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.