Identidad Oculta Novels & Stories

Focused entirely on Damian. Waiting. Listening. The assistant placed a document on the desk. Then another. Then a third. Every record pointed toward the same individual. The same name. The same person. Interesting. Very interesting. Yet the identity shocked everyone. Not because they recognized the name. Because they did not. The individual had remained hidden behind layers of companies and intermediaries for decades. Invisible. Anonymous. Protected. Until now. Damian folded his hands together. His expression unusually serious. “The problem is not who this person was.”

The hunger was still fighting to hold shape in my face, but the room had begun to distrust its own design. Then the cradle at the centre of the hidden chamber lit from within. Not red. Not black. Silver-white, old and aching and furious. Symbols along the inner ribs began to glow one by one, and because the bond to Ty was still open, I understood them the way I had begun to understand everything in this place—not as text alone, but as intention. This chamber had not only held the first stolen Luna. It had recorded the terms of the theft. And buried in those terms was a reversal.

The vision of Selene appeared once more, her expression softening. “You have faced the trial of the northern peaks,” the voice said. “You have proven your courage and your bond. But the true shadow remains… it lies within the heart of the first Luna’s sanctuary, beyond the mountains where the Moon never sets. There, you will confront what was hidden even from your ancestors.” Aria exhaled, her chest heaving. “Then that is where we go.” Kael nodded, sheathing his sword. “And we face it together. No hesitation, no fear. Whatever it is, it will not break us.”

Hearing Ron’s words, he waved his hand and said, “I can’t... can’t let Estelle find out my identity.” “Even if you don’t eat spicy food, Miss Hudson won’t think you are Cristofer,” Ron tried to convince him. “No, there must be no similarity between Mr. Mysterious and Cristofer,” Cristofer raised his head with his bloodshot eyes and said. “She said that as long as I’m not Cristofer, she will be willing to be with me no matter who I am. So I can’t let her know I’m Cristofer.” “But how long can you hide your identity from her? Many things will give you away at any time,” Ron said helplessly.

Damien asks. “They reveal who’s already aligned.” The room goes still. Because now This isn’t defense. This is exposure. At every level. “And the hidden player?” Adrian asks. I meet his gaze. “That’s the point.” A pause. “They’ve been invisible because they control distance,” I say. “This removes it.” “And if they stay hidden?” Damien presses. “They won’t.” “You’re certain.” “No,” I say. “But I’m certain they won’t stay passive.” Silence again.

“A military-grade secure line that only high-ranking government officials and… uh… criminal monarchs would have access to.” Alessa blinked. “Come again?” Marco tapped the screen. “She wasn’t hiding her number because she couldn’t be found. She was hiding it because she didn’t care to be found. Because anyone who recognizes this signature—” he tapped the encrypted ID tag— “would immediately know who it belonged to.” “And who does it belong to?” Luca asked, tone turning colder. Marco sucked in a breath. “A name that hasn’t been active in five years.” Alessa felt her stomach twist. “Marco—”

What could it mean for us. “How good would they have to be to make them disappear?” I asked, cracking my neck to relieve some of the tension there. Not like it helped. “Beyond good. They’d have to be gifted because this system is complex with a host of trap doors and smokescreens” Finch shook his head and blew out a breath. “We might have a bigger problem though…” He looked at Adam and me before gesturing to the contents that came in the envelope. “How do we identify someone who can hide in the shadows – someone who can move around without being seen? Is it just one threat or multiple ones? More importantly, what do they want? What do they get for reaching out to you?”

Yasmin, displeased, retorted, "You lack the skills, but it's not just about that, is it? You're bitter because Father locked you up and took away your chance to bond with those magical guardians. And you're green with envy because I've got the Wyrm Lord on my side. So, you're out for payback against him and me! Hiding behind your princess title, you swiped the white Wyvern egg, acting like you never stepped foot off Ebonwave Island. "However, what you didn't see coming was today's Wyrm Lord's big debut, and he's already teamed up with me. When he found out a little thief like you took his egg, he was ticked off. He's out for blood, ready to give you the traitor's due. "Titan Ape, you see rig

she said “I know but I don’t care! It is my life or the entire Cordina! For so long, I hid in the dark. I thought that if I didn’t use my abilities, I would be a normal person, I would lead a normal life but I was wrong mom! I was forced into an identity that wasn’t mine right from the time I was a kid and I am done with that. This is who I am, this is what I am! Mom, I have to restore Cordina back to her feet. I will not stop until Phillip is dead and gone and if that means I have to die to do this then so be it! I am getting it done with today so just let me out” she said to her mom