Hidden Tale Novels & Stories

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

he says, voice like thunder cracking over a battlefield. And in that moment, I know: The world isn’t on the brink of disaster. We’re already falling. --- Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Hide and Seek, the first book of The Trios Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

"But I am sure there was some sparkling chain." The inspector was not surprised at this revelation, his face was blankly bereft of any emotion. "A sparkling chain?" Quivering Monica had gone back to the accident scene at the break of dawn prior to this time in search of her leg chain but she couldn't find it. This heightened her fear and worries. Back to this. "Yes," Christabel replied, hoping this would save her from this, hoping a light was already shining at the end of her tunnel. If only she knew the tunnel was just getting darker with each passing second if only she knew her...

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

My voice carried sharper than I intended, slicing through the laughter. The room stilled. “You call them myths because someone wanted them buried. We’ve uncovered a tunnel bricked over for centuries, sigils etched into stone still visible through fire damage. We found a scorched table and ledgers that prove secret councils once met there. We exposed sabotage in bricks that should have kept families safe. The Hollow isn’t a bedtime story. It’s a pattern of secrecy that thrives whenever people refuse to look closer.”

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.

This was it! She opened her bag to grab out her book, as Blake exclaimed, “That’s it? We came down here for a blocked tunnel?” Clarissa flipped through the book. Holding it open in one hand, she found the relic back around her neck. Without the time to question how the chain made it there, she accepted the pendant was where it belonged. Blake looked at the book and nodded. He saw the picture and recognized the collapsed tunnel in the book. Mimi grew still in her mind, waiting for her to open the way. Clarissa mumbled the ancient words written in the book. And took a step forward. But nothing happened.

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.”

Moonlight spilled through a narrow window, casting long silver shapes across shelves crowded with books, scrolls, and papers that smelled of old parchment and older secrets. My heart pounded so loudly I was certain it could be heard through the walls as I began searching, careful to disturb nothing, careful to leave every object exactly where I found it. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, each passing second sharpening the fear that Thane might return at any moment. Then, tucked behind a false panel at the back of his desk drawer, I found it. A small leather journal, its pages filled with careful, precise handwriting, dates stretching back decades.