His Hidden Rise After Losing Everything Novels & Stories

The last blue beam faded into the night. An uneasy silence settled over the Carter Center. No one spoke. Everyone stared toward the eastern horizon where the light had vanished only moments before. Elias Arden lowered his head. “The First Hidden Sanctuary has fallen.” His voice carried genuine sorrow. Not triumph. Not relief. Sorrow. ⸻ Marcus crossed his arms. “If you’re telling the truth…” He looked directly at Elias. “…then who destroyed it?” Elias didn’t answer immediately.

I stared at the two pieces of cold metal resting in my hand. One marked with a number. The other with a letter. Two halves of the same secret. Another explosion shook the house. Smoke poured beneath the doorway. The hidden staircase began to fill with dust. Claire shouted from the entrance. "They're breaking through!" Ethan gently cupped my face. "I need you to trust me one last time." I nodded through tears. "I do." He kissed my forehead. Then, before I realized what he was doing— He shoved me backward. I stumbled into the hidden passage.

Click. I am trapped. I have no money. I have no diary. I have no phone (it was in the bag). I am alone in the West Wing. I slide to the floor. I press my hand to my stomach. He didn't find out. The secret is safe. But I lost everything else. I failed. I failed the baby. "I’m sorry," I whisper to the empty room. "I’m so sorry." But as the tears come, hot and stinging, a new thought forms in the darkness.

And the fourth… His face was hidden. 🌑 Yet all of them were smiling. Laughing. Happy. ❤️ Friends. Before the war. Before the betrayals. Before the end. 💔 Then the vision changed. ⚡ The same four stood together. But now they were arguing. Screaming. Fighting. 🌑 The hidden figure looked betrayed. Heartbroken. 😢 Then someone raised a sword. ⚔️ Silver light filled the world. And the hidden figure vanished.

“Where. Is. He?” Glass shattered as Thomas dropped two men trying to storm the stairs. His voice was a growl over the chaos. “Rival, make it quick!” Moreno finally broke. “Upstate! He’s hiding upstate, outside Albany, on the training grounds—they’re rebuilding!” My chest went tight. Base Two wasn’t gone. They were multiplying. I yanked the blade free, blood gushing hot across my hands. Moreno slumped, sobbing, shaking. “You should’ve kept quiet,” I whispered. Then I drove the knife up through his jaw, into his skull. His eyes went glassy before his body even sagged.

She thought without the help of her father and love from anyone in the family, Christy's life would be miserable, never in a million years would she have thought that Christy would have had her claws on such an outstanding man. What right does she have to have such a person in her life and be happy? He must be the one that has been protecting her and probably the young master that bought those clothes for her. How could someone who was raped some years back be worthy of such a person? It was only fair that Christy hid in the shadow for the rest of her life. She was too embarrassed to argue or stay with Christy any further, so she walks angrily out of the gate of Christy's house.

He has been the person that Zara has spent her whole life hiding from, running from. He was the reason that Zara was too scared to keep her mate. Zara was her family, she wasn’t sure how exactly, but family is family. Alessio has taken enough from her family, was she really going to sit here and shrink herself into nothing and let him continue to take from her, from her family, from Zara?

Fuck. Fuck, Sebestian aimed his gun at one man on the rooftop and shot. He was breathing hard, as he had been going at it for some time. Jason really wasn't planning to give up so easily. He had arrived at the abandoned area, and just like that, all hell broke loose. Shots were fired, and Sebestian was now hiding behind one of the ruined buildings as he was shooting away. He was ordering his men around and shouting. He was sweating as he was shot in the leg earlier. He had limped this way as he was trying to stop the bleeding. He looked over to the building where Adria was apparently held, and his heart leaped.

I pat my head and say, "Damn! I shouldn't have to be problematic like this if he's here. How could I have the freedom like his that I've been wishing for? While he was free from stress, free from the family dilemmas, and free from our mother's stupid decision. I want to meet him, but he doesn't even give us his address. He was in New York but felt like he was in another universe. How could he live without even a penny from our family? How is he now? I miss my hidden brother.

He states. "What else do you know about this 'Rapture'?" "All I know is that he specializes in hiding people. He has a talent for making people disappear, as if they never existed in the first place." "How do I find him?" I ask. "No one can find him. He finds you." He states.