Hidden Tale Novels & Stories

Chapter 17 Rhys Pov We turned to see what Talia had discovered, and our hearts sank. On the wall, a hidden panel had slid open, revealing a document framed in gold. Mara looked baffled, "what is that? She asked" Talia's smile grew wider. "The truth about Mara's past. The secrets she's been hiding from you. Talia said." I felt a surge of protectiveness towards Mara. "Talia, stop this. I yelled at her."

There, you’ll find the truth of your birth… and the chains that still bind you. Before the Flame returns to claim what belongs to it. No name. No mark. Just the scent of old blood and scorched prophecy. Jaxon frowned, jaw tight. “This is bait.” Kade didn’t speak. He was reading it again. And again. His knuckles had gone white. “They know too much,” Racheal said quietly. “About me. About the Hollow. My mother used to tell stories—half-dreams, really—about a place buried beneath stone where the Moon first lost a battle. Where wolves were burned alive for refusing to kneel.”

The room held answers, secrets that had been carefully concealed for years, and now they lay exposed, demanding to be acknowledged. In the hushed stillness of that hidden chamber, Hailee's world shifted. The pieces of her past and the complexities of her present merged together, forming a tapestry of tangled destinies. She knew that she stood at a crossroads, and the choices she made would shape not only her own future but the fate of those she held dear.

The Zeus Forest Works filed contained copies of invoices and work schedules, photos of trucks coming and going… Talen would know what it meant, but that would also mean being upfront with Talen. “F-k,” she groaned resting her forehead on her hands and digging her fingers into her hair. The Secret Keeper was exposing the secrets of Havermouth whilst keeping her own. That wouldn’t do at all. She would learn from her mistakes with the Triquetra and tell her vampire daddy the truth.

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

A paradox I carried with solemn pride and quiet fear. And through it all, Sebastian Hale loomed, a silent, watchful presence in my mind. He believed he understood my world. He didn’t. He couldn’t. But friction, scrutiny, and unresolved tension promised one thing: tomorrow, the battle between us, boss and employee, enemies by circumstance would continue. I stepped into the fading LA light, the city stretching endlessly, and let the weight of the secret settle alongside the thrill of the unknown. Stakes were high, consequences immense, and yet… I was ready.

David confidently walked towards the black van when he heard the car door slide open, dragging along some baseball bat. David's eyes widened like saucers upon sighting the dead bodies all over the floorboard and car seats of the black van. His body trembled in fear, and he stumbled back, landing on the ground with a thud. David instinctively crawled back, his fearful eyes staring at lifeless ones. "Aah!" He screamed, "B-body! Dad, there're corpses!" Tray signaled his men to surround the black van. Fuck, it smells like shit! David covered his nose in disgust, the sickening smell of blood overwhelming his senses.