The Hidden Hand Book Novels & Stories

he said. She shook her head. "Not at all. Let's get started, shall we?" She brought out some files on the advertisement he wanted to do for a soap company. After some minutes, the contract was reviewed and signed, making them shake hands for the second time. Lillian could not help but be affected by how firm his palm felt. It was too firm to be the palm of a man. She remembered it had felt exactly the same when he had held her in Abuja to meet the investors. And just like then, she did not like the way he released her hand too soon.

There were no other things except for the book. Right! It was one of the ten secret treasures of the realm, ‘The Sacred Book Of Answers’ or also knows as, ‘The Oracle'. “Do you know why I brought you here?” Diamond shook his head and stared at his uncle’s hands when he held the floating book on his grip easily. From what he knew, that sacred book has its own soul and it would punish the person with a dark intentions. If the book don’t like the person's soul and he will hold it, it would instantly burn him alive even the kings with powers. It’s both magical and mysterious that’s why king Roswell decided to hide it in a hidden room where pure souls could only enter.

Finally, she emerged, holding a book in her hand. "Here it is," she said, handing the book to me. Staring at the book, I asked, "What is this?". It was a black book with peculiar writing and a lock of some sort, which looked old and ancient. "The answers you seek are hidden in this book, along with the truth about your bloodline. You are destined for something far greater than you could have ever imagined, dear. But you must be careful, for there are others who wish you dead," she said.

Somewhere deep inside the architecture of the room, a series of heavy, industrial machinery clicked and groaned. The massive oak bookshelf slowly, silently slid sideways, breaking the seamless line of the wall. Behind it lay a narrow, pitch-black staircase descending steeply into the subterranean foundations of the estate. The air that drifted up from the opening was cold, smelling of concrete, dust, and old iron. My eyes widened as I stared into the dark passage. Of course. Of course a man like Silas Vane had a hidden escape route built directly into the room where he conducted his darkest business. He had never intended to rely entirely on the mansion's visible walls.

“Books don’t bite.” “This one does,” she replies flatly. I reach out, not for the wound, but the book. My hand hovers an inch from the leather before I make contact. The air shifts, growing heavier—charged. The scent of aged parchment, dust, and something older, metallic, fills my nose. “This wasn’t written by the queen,” I murmur. “This was hidden by her. But the magic inside… it’s not hers. It’s older. Deeper.” Theo folds his arms, frowning. “Older than the queen’s magic?”

The gala was already alive. Lights filled the grand hall, reflecting off crystal chandeliers that hung high above like stars. Soft music played in the background, blending with quiet conversations and occasional laughter. It was the kind of place where power moved silently. Where every smile meant something. Where every presence was noticed. And tonight One man stood out more than the rest. Kael Hawthorne. He stood near the entrance, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass he hadn’t touched.

He holds my hand tight in his, as though it gives him comfort as he whispers. "My strength isn't normal; I could easily kill a man if I wanted, and so could Dylan; I don't know how or why, but he processes the same power that I do, and I don't know what to do about it, baby. All my life, I've hidden this away as I've only ever had myself to think of, but now. Now I need to help Dylan control this power before it controls him." He holds his head in his hands as though he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. I wrap my arms around him as I say.

The secret vault. The ring. All of it. Love. Later that night Alicia found another envelope hidden inside the bottom of the box. So well concealed she'd missed it before. Her pulse quickened immediately. "Alex." He looked up. "What?" She held up the envelope. His eyes widened. "Well that's definitely new." The paper had yellowed with age. The seal was nearly brittle. Across the front were only three words. If you found her. Henry's handwriting again. Alicia carefully opened it.

He sneers before letting out a furious growl, "I want to know." The man's free hand moves as fast as striking viper and wraps around the hand Win has on his weapon's hilt. The grip is strong, and his thumb is digging into a nerve, making Win's fingers go numb. There is something else in the man's cold, bare skin, something that makes the skin on Win's wrist burn. It is too late when it dawns on Win that it may have been some sort of dust, or a drug. A strange lethargy is rapidly spreading through his system, making him go suddenly numb and heavy.

A book suddenly appeared on ivory’s hand it looked old but it was surprisingly in good shape. ‘What is this?’ ivory asked curiously. ‘It’s a technique book’. Ivory eyes lit up and she opened it, on its first page the title was written it was called Ice fist. The book contained images and writings. It involved enveloping your hands with ice such that, the ice looked like gloves. It had the ability to freeze and shatter anything punched and it could even harm those who were just a phase higher than the user. Ivory quickly sat down and immersed herself in the book. Anita finally lifted her head and smiled when she saw ivory reading. Anita suddenly looked up in worry but she wasn’t looking at wh