Secrets About Lost Novels & Stories

My pulse quickened. “There,” I pointed to the left. “The real trail.” Reed frowned. “That’s impossible. We searched that area.” “Not well enough,” I countered. Dorian’s gaze darkened. “Then let’s check.” We followed the path I had seen, and soon enough, we found it—a hidden scent trail leading deeper into the forest. I turned to Talon, raising an eyebrow. “Still think I don’t belong here?” He scowled but said nothing.

Ethan looked at Vincent. “THAT WAS A SECRET!” His eyes glared at me. “IT WAS ONE TIME!”

I miss him terribly and I'm dying to know how he's doing after he got punched by Charles yesterday. I know I should have told them, said something at least. But something about keeping it a secret thrilled me, to keep going on. The sneaking, the quickies, the short kisses in the hallway, I felt so badass. They thrilled me and brought out my wild side, a side I didn't know I had until I met James. At least for now, my consolation is that Elizabeth understands me, she doesn't support my actions, but I know she understands where I'm coming from. And probably she can speak to Charles, so that he forgives me.

"The real secret isn't written anywhere. It's hidden inside Project Eclipse." Damien leaned closer. "What does that mean?" The tape hissed. "I've kept this secret because I was afraid. Afraid of what Victor would do. Afraid of what would happen to you, Damien. To your mother. To everyone I loved." Damien's jaw tightened. "But the truth can't stay buried forever. If you're hearing this, then you already know about the Empty Office." Another pause. "The key you found will open something that changes everything. Use it. Trust no one."

"This isn’t just about bloodlines, Emily. This is a prophecy carved by gods." She gave him an angry look, her mind spinning. "Then why was it hidden? Why destroy everything else but leave this?" "Because the truth is more dangerous than lies," The renegade seer Zariel sprang out of the darkness, his blind eyes burning dimly. Presumed dead, he had disappeared throughout the siege. But now he carried the air of one who had seen too much. "You weren't meant to survive, Emily. Your soul is the final key to unlock something ancient."

I take it from him and stare at it with uncertainty. “What’s this about?” “This is the secret. This is the information you wanted this whole time. Go on, open it. Don’t you want to know what the Loxleys are hiding? Well, here’s the only chance you’re ever going to get.” I stare into his eyes, uncertainty spreading all through me, then I open the papers, my curiosity getting the best of me. Oh. My. God.

Something we had been chasing for decades. I stepped closer to the table until I stood directly in front of him.Then I let out a slow breath. “We couldn’t afford to lose you.” Zarek watched me silently. I continued, “You hold too many secrets.” Secrets about Ashenhowl. Secrets about the weakness buried inside that pack. Secrets that, when the time came… Would tear them apart from within. My gaze hardened slightly. “And you’re the only one who knows exactly how to destroy them.”

“Good. You’re beginning to remember.” And then they vanished. The air snapped still. The ruin was silent again, save for the beating of my heart and the echo of Killian’s fading bond. My knees gave out, and I fell to the ground, trembling. Every word they said clawed at the corners of my mind. My mother’s secret. My bloodline. The Lost Moon. And Killian bound to the gate between worlds. I wiped at my tears, forcing myself to breathe. There was no time to break. No time to fall apart.

I wiped my eyes and slowly lifted the lid. Inside the box was a beautiful gold locket. When I opened it, there was a small picture of Danny on one side… and nothing on the other. “What is this?” I asked quietly. “It’s a promise.” “Of what?” “That I am coming back.” He reached under his shirt and pulled out a matching, much more masculine, dog-tag style locket. “I have one too. Mine has your picture in it. Don’t ask me where I got it. It’s top secret,” he joked.

she asked Elina, who was looking at the window of her room. Elina looked at her, “No, you do not have any belongings. That’s why I didn’t even know your name.” She nodded at what she said. Elina saw that she was staring at the tv. “Do you want to open it?” She nodded at her question. There might be news. Elina opened it and gave her the remote. She switched channels until she found the news channel. Her name was there. ‘Selene Brown was found dead in the forest.'