The Hidden Thread Novels & Stories

One slip would ruin me. Not when suspicions were already rising. Not when Darius Blackthorn was casting his shadow so close next to mine. "You all right?" Darius asked as he breezed in and sat beside me. "Yeah..." I hissed as he rubbed the ointment on my wound. "Good. Now about the whole couple thing..."He let the sentence hang, and I squirmed in bed. The Hide That Binds Gossip swirled around me like that second skin which, once added to a body, could never be

They ate at separate tables. They did not speak for eleven minutes. Then she turned the second page face up, read something, and said without looking at him — "The Hartmann structure has a gap." He looked up. "The secondary holding in Luxembourg," she said. "It's not insulated properly. If someone pulled the thread from the Zug entity it would unravel back to the parent." He put his fork down. "Show me." She slid the page across the eighteen inches between them. He read it. She was right.

“There’s one file they haven’t deleted.” “Why?” “I… don’t know.” He clicked it open slowly. One image filled the screen. Alicia stopped breathing. It was a live security feed. Aiden and Zara enter the service elevator downstairs. Timestamped now. Watching them in real time. Then text appeared across the bottom of the feed. SUCCESSORS SHOULD BE PROTECTED. NOT HIDDEN. Alex’s face went cold. “Move,” he said quietly. The tone frightened Alicia more than shouting would have. Because it meant Alex was done being afraid. And somewhere else in New York… Andrew Mercer finally knew Alicia Dickson had opened Operation Harbor.

That rhythm, the small heartbeat that had anchored her through so much, now quickened in panic. “This one,” she whispered to Dain, who had already stepped in front of her, “this one is different.” Thalen approached cautiously from the side, his voice low but firm. “That’s not memory. That’s something the Archive tried to forget.” Ruthen had gone pale. “We didn’t write it down. We didn’t seal it behind sigils or songs. We buried it in silence. And even that wasn’t enough.” The Threadwalker, for the first time, looked afraid.

The threads were still out there, invisible and hungry. But they had a system now. And Elion was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, they could see their way through the dark.

It reached downward slowly, passing through the ceiling without resistance, entering the room like light slipping through water. The moment it crossed into our space, everything changed and the hum vanished. Replaced by silence so complete it felt unnatural. Even breath seemed muted. The thread hovered in the center of the room, inches above the floor, unmoving. Waiting. “It is not attacking,” Vale whispered. “No,” I said. “It is initiating contact.” “With who?” Jamal asked. The answer was obvious. The thread shifted slightly toward me and Lena of course, always toward the strongest signal. I stepped forward instinctively, placing myself between it and the others.

He wasn't looking at the machine; he was looking at the First Thread—a massive, vertical pillar of silver-oil that stretched from the bottom of the abyss to the heights of the Centennial Sanctuary. "That’s the Thread of the Square, Darlene," Jackson-crow spoke, his constellation-form shimmering with a cold, golden light. "It’s the anchor of the nineteenth cycle. It’s the memory of the night Jackson turned his back on you, codified into a Universal Constant. As long as that thread remains unbroken, the 'Rejection' is the law of the world".

"Have you seen what people are saying?" What were people saying? I opened T*****r first. Scrolled through my mentions. And there it was. A thread from some gossip account I'd never heard of before. "Is Sierra Hart hiding something? Mysterious posts suggest model might have secret past. Thread below." My hands started shaking. I clicked on the thread. Read through it with growing horror. Someone had compiled screenshots. Screenshots of posts from an account I didn't recognize. Posts that were clearly about me, even if they didn't say my name directly. Posts talking about reinvention. About old faces pretending to be new. About secrets that couldn't stay hidden forever.

Rylin's POV Amy and I walked into her Rouge house. The place was fascinating, pictures of rouges down every hall, pictures of the Alphas and pack names on certain halls. They still identified with their packs even the ones who had been tossed. Then they're was the one hall that stood out the most 'Hidden' is what it said. We turned down that hall and it was pictures of rouge Alpha and Betas starting back from centuries all the way until it led to Davina and Amy's pictures. This place was beautiful, a story on every corner. Something they all can be proud of. If only it was so easy for others. She made this a home for them.

"I do it to stay safe. It's not very wise to not keep it out and open where everyone can find you. Mitch does it, Aqualia does it. It is imperative that we, royalties stay safe when we are not surrounded by the safety of our kingdoms." It would explain why Mitch had another color hidden. Alex said mine was hidden, yet, Craig chided me about being careless with my aura. Could it be that the mysterious heat was attracting everyone to me? If it was, I needed to take care of it. Shelly was not here and I needed to stay out of trouble until she got back.