Novel The Secret History Novels & Stories

She just can't bear to see her new master suffer from the hands of Prince Russel. After the servant left the room, Louie gets up from his seat and searched for Lianne's journal where he hid underneath his bed. Last time he was able to read the journal is when he was still at the Ronnenburgh mansion. But ever since he was made to reside at the Prince's Palace, he never had the chance to hold it again because he was too afraid to do anything else and just behaved quietly in his room.

“And now we can do more than just survive. We can change everything.” I cross my arms. My heart if thudding violently in my chest now. “How?” “There’s a room,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. “A secret chamber which according to my sources, is supposed to be in the east wing. Old royal archives. Protected. Hidden. All the real history is there. The truth they’ve buried. About the monarchy. About the laws. About what the royals did to the commoners.” I blink. “And you want me to find it?”

The hallway smelled faintly of coffee and citrus, the scent I always associated with him. I was already practicing the words in my head. “Theo, I got the money. We don’t owe her anything anymore.” And then, if I was brave enough, “I have something else to tell you, too. The truth about who I am.” I turned the knob. The first sound I heard was laughter. An awfully familiar sound. Hers. Heather. My steps faltered, heart hammering. The door creaked softly as I pushed it open. And then I saw them.

"Come here." He beckoned me over to the desk, where he began to rummage through a pile of papers. After a moment, he produced a small, leather-bound book. "This is your true history, Cassian," he said. "The story of who you really are, and where you come from." I took the book, feeling a sense of trepidation. What secrets was it going to reveal? As I opened the book, I saw that it was filled with strange symbols and diagrams. But one page in particular caught my eye.

It was similar to Anna’s little fairytale story. Anyways no matter how much I tried to convince myself that it was not but made up. My mind still wouldn’t go silent. At some point, I was starting to believe that maybe this was actually true. What if he was telling the truth? I stood and left quietly. I went to the palace to study. The scent of dust and old paper filled the room as I went through the shelf at the corner of the study. I moved through each book until I found the book I was searching for; “The Lost Bonds of Hybrid History.”

I responded, I continued with the search burying my eyes back into the shelf again. The old library was loaded with different books. Histories of how the kings came from the forest to this land and how it was inhabited by werewolves. In the pure-blood werewolf image, I saw a small book without the name of the author on it. The author wrote that he had a secret about the palace that no one knew. I took the book and hid it in my clothes, then continued my search by the time I got the books I thought might be helpful. I went to Liam to help him but he was almost done too by the time I got to him.

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.

She answered it. “Where are you going?” Sophia asked from the other end. “I needed to withdraw money from my card,” Anna told her. “Oh, my apologies. I had not given you any money. Please wait there and return to the suite. I’ll be there in a moment,” Anna sighed and headed back the presidential suite. She entered the bed again, began to eat her chips and fell asleep watching ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ , it had been one of her favorite novels as a child. She’s soon asleep and doesn’t hear when Sophia arrives in her room thirty minutes later with a black AMEX card. Sophia leaves a note besides the card with the pin code and other things that Anna will need to know.

"He didn't know what to do with that." "Neither do I, honestly." "You did it anyway. That counts." After lunch we walked. No destination, no particular direction. Through the Village, down toward the river, back up through Chelsea. He put his hand in mine somewhere around Fourteenth Street and neither of us made a thing of it. Just two people walking in the city on a cold November afternoon. He stopped in front of a bookshop on Twentieth. "Come on," he said. Inside was narrow and warm and smelled like old paper. The owner barely looked up. Alex moved through the shelves with the same focused energy he brought to everything, pulling books out, reading back covers, putting them back or tucking

I don’t want him mixing with my thoughts until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. You should be gone. I should. But you didn’t let me go. I push away from the window and pace the room. My footsteps hit the floor too hard. I can’t think like this. I need something real to hold onto before I drown in someone else’s memories. I leave the room again and walk down to the library. Nobody sees me this time. Maybe everyone is asleep. Maybe the castle finally learned to stay quiet around me. The moment I enter, I go straight to the back shelf. Old records. Forbidden histories. All the things past rulers thought could be hidden and forgotten. I pull a book free, then another. My hands won’t stay