Secrets Walking Dead Novels & Stories

If I’m not in my room when they want me, I’ll be hunted immediately. I will go at night no matter the consequences. When darkness covers the academy, I sneak around the corner and head toward the backdoor, which leads into the woods. I used the secret passage Maddox had showed me when I caught him training out here in my early days in the academy. I step out, wrapping my hands around my body. It's cold. I walk slowly into the graveyard, my chest tight. I close my eyes, trying to recall the memory of how Morien counted graves, one by one, before finding the hidden weapons.

I felt the pull of the villa behind me, the warm light from our bedroom a beacon of safety I was walking away from. Jurgina Bar’s flickering neon sign cast a sickly yellow glow on the street, illuminating a dark, peeling door. Inside, the noise was a physical thing, a cacophony of music, laughter, and slurred voices. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke clung to the air. I made my way to the second floor, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ears. The hallway was a long, dark tunnel. Room 8 was at the very end.

“They’re getting bolder.” “They’re getting desperate,” Kayden added. “The question is: for what?” Serena rubbed her temples, the heat from her encounter with Elias replaced now by a cold dread. She couldn’t forget what Luka had said before he vanished: “There are secrets about you they will kill for.” Secrets. Power. Magic that had been buried for centuries. And she was at the center of it. “I need to see those symbols,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear curling in her gut.

“Guess I’ll wait for your answer, then.” She turned and walked away. Liam didn’t. Not right away. He had sat through the whole drama. He hesitated. Looked at me. Then stood up and left. I let out a shaky breath. We walked. My friends stayed close. No one spoke. The more we walked, the worse it got. My legs shook. Every step I took felt like too much, like my body was giving up on me, but stopping wasn’t an option. Not yet. The more we walked, the harder it became for me to keep walking. My legs shook, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep going.

"Walk to the bed. Slowly." I turn, getting my first look at the room. But my mind refuses to take in any of it, my eyes only searching for the bed, and finding it beyond the door to my left. Walking to it, I look over my shoulder, find Law putting on a condom, giving his cock a few pumps. God, just the sight of his cock, remembering all the things it made me feel last time, has a shiver racing through my body.

****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go **** Xavier Mary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.

My mother's voice. What if hiding her was a mistake? They'll come for her. The words echoed in my mind. Bloodline. Prophecy. Mate. Danger. Awakening. Then Mooncrest. The secret academy. Werewolves. Vampires. Supernatural beings. Adrian's eyes. His claws. His teeth. The creature. Those glowing eyes. My mother's lies. Five years of secrets. Everything came crashing down at once. I grabbed my chest. “I can't…” Adrian immediately turned toward me.

I could feel the weight of every eye in the room on me, the unspoken trust demanding a plan that would guide us through the labyrinth of uncertainty. "Sarah, Kate, Fernanda," I continued, addressing each with a nod, "you three are going to accompany the cleaners into the minivan. It's about a three-minute walk underneath the secret spot in the basement." The words hung in the air, the secret spot a concealed portal to our escape route.

"Shell walkers are insectoids that can take the shape of other beings. It's an imperfect disguise that even a regular human can spot; a hard and almost shiny skin is a dead giveaway. They can pass for whatever they're imitating if people don't look too closely. See one in its true form . . . well, you won't mistake it for anything else. If these are working for a vampire, then they're renegade drones, which means they've got a poisonous bit. The poison will kill mortals and make weres really sick, but doesn't effect vamps." Shane nodded. Sebastian knew his stuff, and Shane was glad to have him on board. "We'll be sending out three groups of three to investigate, mixing up the weres and vampi

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what