Hidden Tale Novels & Stories

She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

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.”

"Answers. And more questions." They returned to the village together, the book wrapped in cloth and tucked safely inside Kael's pack. The villagers watched them pass, their eyes still fearful, but something in their expressions had shifted. Relief, perhaps. Or hope. The elder met them at the edge of the village. "You found something." "A book. It was hidden in a cave beneath the frozen falls." The elder's eyes widened. "The cave of whispers. We've known about it for generations, but none of us dared to enter."

The inscription at the bottom, translated with painstaking effort, sent a jolt of recognition through Elara – "The Valley of Whispers." Convinced that this was the source of the disquiet, Elara presented her findings to the council. The fragmented map, coupled with the unsettling reports, finally broke through their skepticism. A decision was made – a small expedition would be dispatched to the Valley of Whispers, tasked with investigating the hidden library and its potential threat.

My back ached from bending over shelf after endless shelf. “My waist is going to break,” I muttered under my breath. Then, deep in the farthest corner of the library, I found something that made me stop cold. Hidden behind a thick veil of cobwebs was an old stone passage. Carved above it, in ancient silver letters, was a warning: FORBIDDEN. NO ENTRY. And beneath it, another line, fainter, older: Here lies the truth of the Queen who gave birth to a wolfless daughter… before she was murdered.

As I pieced together fragments of the past, a pattern emerged—a pattern of disappearances and unexplained deaths, all linked to the mysterious curse that had haunted Silverwood for centuries. I stumbled upon an old journal tucked away in a forgotten corner. Its pages were weathered and faded, but the words inscribed within ignited a spark of curiosity. The journal belonged to Samuel Blackthorn, a name whispered in the shadows of Silverwood's history. Samuel had been one of the few who had dared to challenge the curse, documenting his findings and experiences.

I replied. "Hmm. What a mystery," Talia shook her head, squinting her eyes as she looked at the book. "Why are they suddenly gone?" I voiced out the question that has been lingering in my heart. "I reckon someone is trying to hide something from you. Being armed with the information contained therein is a threat to whoever is trying to keep you in the dark," Talia said. "So, there's something about the True Bloods that we've been deprived of knowing, huh?" I reasoned.

So there isn't much information I can get, neither do I know anyone other than the rulers of the lands, who also hate me after I said his son to fuck off. We would reach Blood Stone in 30 minutes or so since we're in a helicopter. My head kept replaying Malcom's grey mist, that black shadow going back into Dawn's body. "Umm..dad, you saw what Malcom did back there didn't you. Before the ceremony and Malcom's attack on the palace, in that box, you knew what was in it before giving it to me. Why did you decide to hide this secret for so long, that mom was a witch ?"He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, his eyes held shame and regret as he looked at me

He asked her and she was quiet. “Will you open your mouth and talk?” He asked snapped at her. “She is Dhikrah, she was my friend from secondary school.” She said to him “So, how come with the money?” He asked her and listened to the story about how her friend had come to her for assistance. “Do you hear the lawyer said that she ran away? She is wanted… she scammed a wealthy man…” Her husband said. “What kind of company are you keeping?” He asked. “The man is a her husband ….” She pointed out.