The Hidden Hero Novels & Stories

No other King was as great as he was. Well, until a hidden prince came to light. No one had ever seen him. New stories have developed through pods. Even though most pods deemed this hidden prince as a myth, others believed he was the one to set order again. So, imagine my surprise when the guards mentioned they were taking me to him. My mind went on trips of who this prince was. What could this hidden Prince be like?

“Yeah she didn't say it was him exactly, but I have a good feeling it was. Everything added up when she told dad her story. The long gap in her resume, her fighting skills, her nightmares, and the reason she takes these pills, Dr. Smith gives to her.” “Wait, you know all of this?” “Looking and listening doesn't harm a soul.” “You mean snooping and eavesdropping.” My wolf said. “Ohh, I forgot to telling you we received a call yesterday from Hector, something about local police. I couldn't hear him properly.” “Fuck.” I took a swing at the wall once more before grabbing mY shirt. “Let's go.” Hector is one of my men that's located on a little island in a trio. This is where I run my illegal trad

“It’s not a joke, honey. Please, listen. The Hidden Witches are nearly extinct because they were hunted by the Shadow Hunters—powerful warlocks who practice dark magic. They wanted to eliminate the Hidden Witches because they saw them as a threat. To protect you, I had to hide you in Canada with your mother. I revealed everything to her, and though she was angry, she agreed it was best for your safety if I left. She didn’t abandon you, Prisca; she was trying to protect you. A few months ago, a Shadow Hunter had a vision about two hidden witches that still survive. That’s why I brought you here. You’re in danger, and I need to protect you.” I pulled my hand away, stunned. I didn’t know how to

“I don’t care.” She blinked at me. “Not even a little?” “I – ugh,” I threw my head in my hands. I was getting tired of trying to hide my secrets. I kept forgetting who knew what and who was supposed to know what. Part of me knew this was my own fault. I was the one who said I didn’t want anyone to know I was the princess. I was the one who said I’d enroll in Alpha Academy. I didn’t know why the fuck I was still even here! All that was in my future was bedding the same men I’d been pushed upon the previous summer.

At first I was confused about why Killian would be hiding out at my place before I figured out it was exactly the perfect hide out place for him, no one would suspect him hiding out there, the last place anyone would think to look. All hope of seeing him one last time when we work on the project didn’t happen and I had to work on it alone and did the presentation all by myself. The teacher didn’t seem surprised when I went up to submit the project myself even though I had been scared to do so, afraid she might fail us.

He has helped me rebuild my confidence, bought my company back, and stood beside me when everyone else thought I was dead. But then—that footage. I can’t ignore it. All this time, he had the proof that could have helped me reclaim everything, but he hid it from me. I push myself up slowly, every movement feeling heavier than it should, and walk to the bed. I sit on the edge, elbows on my knees, head hanging low. “He said he hid it because he wanted to be my hero,” I whisper bitterly, my eyes stinging. “What kind of person does that?” I roll my eyes and exhale sharply. “Chase,” I mutter flatly.

Apparently, no one walks away from bones, at least not alive. Only I did…… Not only did I walk away, but I also put every one of those men in hospital, and bones left me alone after that...Wise man. It was then I knew that this power that I possessed wasn't natural, it wasn't human, and I've hidden it ever since. Frightened of how people would react if they ever found out the truth.

Children lay on the dusty ground, catching any drops they could to drink. "That pesky white Wyvern is going to get a piece of my mind!" I remained quiet, not interested in meddling with the Wyvern or the plight of the villagers. However, as we sought refuge from the rain, I stumbled upon a lively shrine dedicated to a goddess. I watched the villagers, their faces etched with earnest prayers, and approached them with a question: "Can you tell me which goddess is honored here? "With all the struggles for daily bread, why do you still come to pay homage?"

“We’re outnumbered. If we keep waiting, we’ll be picked off one group at a time. We need to use our hidden army.” My eyes flicked to him. “The ten thousand hidden soldiers?” “Yes,” he said. “They were trained for this, right? We have to strike.” I shook my head. “No. We can’t.” Everyone went quiet again. “Why not?” Fein asked. “Because whoever is feeding information to the Lycan Lord,” I began, removing my hands from my face. “They'll know about the hidden soldiers too. If we send them all now, we lose our last card. Our biggest chance.”