Hidden Tale Novels & Stories

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

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

I didn’t step back. Not from anyone. Talus looked at the glass case, and his lips curved in amusement. “The Thorn of the Bond,” he said softly, stretching out his fingers before clenching his fists. “For centuries, entire covens died believing this thing was lost, buried beneath ash, blood, and broken oaths. And yet, all it took was letting Herman follow a rumor to bring it straight into our hands.” I laughed. “Desperate people are efficient when you give them a cause,” I replied mockingly.

Our wolves stood among the dead, breathing hard. We had won. But something felt… wrong. And then I saw it. A single burning torch, deep in the tunnels of the abandoned mine. A hidden doorway. My breath caught. “They were hiding something,” I whispered. Kael followed my gaze. His eyes narrowed. “Then let’s find out what.” And with that, we stepped into the darkness.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page:

"Did we win?" Korth looked at the pile of ash, then at the empty sky where his archive once stood. "We survived. But the Ledger is still out there. Thomas has the names of every heir, every secret, and every lie. He will sell them to the highest bidder." "Then we hunt him," Elara said. She winced as she tried to breathe. "He still owes me for my broken rib." Korth looked down at her. He touched her cheek with a hand that was still slightly scaled. "You threw away the author's word. That was the only way to find the secret code. We have no map now. We have nothing."

I was about to call her back when a text notification appeared on the screen. I opened it while standing beside my car in the parking lot. The message was longer than Margaret's usual chats, and each word made my stomach drop further. "Tehila's mother is asking for her daughter. She keeps saying 'I need to tell her the truth before I die.' What truth, Dalton? What else did those people hide?" I read the message three times trying to make sense of it. Tehila's mother was dying, that much I knew from Margaret's first message. But this new information about secrets and hidden truths added another layer of problem I was not prepared to handle.

My heartbeat thundered in my temples. My fingers curled beneath white sand. Adrenaline mixed with an electric current coursed through my veins. Pain rippled through my back. The coarseness of the cave bored even through the back of my shirt. The grains of sand beneath me danced to the movement of the beast. My breathing became labored as I dared it to go the wrong way. But, it didn’t. It never did. He always knew where I hid. The rainfall of pebbles in my lap told me my hiding spot was discovered. I swallowed as my eyes went up.