Hushed Book Novels & Stories

Nova's Pov My fingers scraped against cold, damp stone as I squeezed through the narrow gap behind the old storage shelves. The tunnel had been hidden behind a loose panel in the back wall of the antechamber—something I only noticed because I spent the last hour pressing on every brick and board like a desperate animal. It smelled of mold and forgotten things, the kind of dark that pressed in from all sides. I didn’t hesitate.

"That's strange. I'm already talking so loudly. Can she still not hear me?" I was stunned. Did I gain the ability to test Ava's powers since I was reborn? I suppressed the excitement in me. I grabbed a children's book and started reading to them. "Babies, let me read to you." Right at that moment, my husband, Michael Kent, returned home. He opened the door and greeted me. "Wendy, I'm home! How do you feel today? Were the babies good?" I placed the book down and flashed him a thrilled-to-be-a-mother smile.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

It was said to hold the key to a forgotten truth about Nyxterra, one that could help her understand the lingering traces of the otherworld that still permeated Elysium. She wandered through the rows of bookshelves, her fingers lightly trailing over the spines of ancient tomes. There was something about this place that soothed her, that quieted the restlessness inside her. Here, among the memories of others, she felt a sense of belonging, as though she were a part of something greater, something timeless. As she moved deeper into the library, she came upon a section that seemed untouched by time. The scrolls were older here, more delicate, their edges worn and fragile. Lyra knelt and reached

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

Some were old while others looked rather new. Toward the end of the shelf, her eyes caught a small, thin book almost hidden behind the rows of thicker textbooks. It was shoved deep into the shelf like they never wanted the book to be seen by anyone. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Something about the way the book was pushed back felt odd to her. She reached for the book that had a deep wine-red cover. The title was written in silver letters. “Her Erotic Fantasy” Clarissa blinked in surprise,she hadn’t expected that. Her lips parted slightly. She looked around the library to see if anyone was watching.

That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight — and a voice calling softly: > Liora … remember. --- The Hidden Book Years passed. Liora became quiet, thoughtful. The other children loved her, but they didn’t understand her. She often wandered to the ruins at the edge of the village — a crumbling temple swallowed by vines. Inside, she found an old, dust-covered book. Its cover was etched with one word: Remembrance. When she opened it, the pages glowed faintly. The words rearranged themselves into light as she read.

A thick, dust-covered book tumbled to the floor between them with a loud thud. We both froze. The book flipped open on its own-pages fluttering rapidly, as if searching for something-before landing on a page marked with faded blue ink. Ethan knelt beside it, his brow furrowing. “This… isn’t a regular book.” I crouched next to him, squinting at the page. “The first hybrid Alpha, killed before she could rise. Marked by ancient blood. Her secrets buried where only the chosen may find.” A chill crept up to my spine. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, I mistakenly lost my balance and hit another book on the shelf. It shifted-and with a heavy click, a nearby shelf groaned and slid back,

The night Jessica had been eagerly anticipating had finally arrived, the glamorous party thrown for her by Bluestar Books & Company.The venue was a sprawling ancestral mansion, its manicured gardens bathed in the glow of multicolored lights strung across trees and hedges, giving the evening an almost enchanted air. Posters of the new book Red Thorn and Jessica’s radiant face were displayed everywhere, while tables groaned under the weight of exquisite food and crystal glasses filled with fine wine. A renowned jazz band filled the night with smooth, sophisticated melodies, adding an air of effortless elegance.