The Less People Know About Us Novels & Stories

I grin at them. There is a reason why I hold back from letting them know more. The world doesn't know about the addition to our family and for the time being, it's better to keep it a secret. After all, a family as well-known and influential as ours has plenty of enemies. There's no need to let them know more than they already do. While both men have a not-so-silent discussion about my words, I wonder when I signed up to explain such details to people, who really appear to be incapable of thinking.

I ask, many of them know we exist, though their knowledge of us very biased and twisted, they still do, they teach about the Greek gods and ancient Egypt but not about werewolves that are still in existence. "Like I said, it didn't really spread much to our pack and neighboring packs, and people don't talk much about it, what we know is very limited and very less truth to it. The folks who witnessed the war are not here to tell the story." She let out a sigh and gave a sad smile.

She wondered what terrible things were said about her behind closed doors. Her expression darkened as she said defiantly, "No need, the only thing that matters is that our relatives and close friends know that we are a married couple. Nobody else needs to know.”

"Yes. I know. It took me a few hours to wrap my brain around the idea. I'm not sure how else we can defeat this enemy. If more people know what is going on, specifically normies, we can more easily combat the goblins." "Do you think people will believe us?" Donal said. "I don't know. If you look on the Chans on the internet, there are already those who do think we exist." The Chans, 4Chan and such, were the Wild West of the internet.

"Plus we were in dire need of help.” “Yeah, alpha Chris mentioned in his letter, but our hands were tied at that point.” He shrugs. “And now? I mean, it's better late than never.” "We're the poorest as we speak, we're just thriving on names. Asides from us, no one knows, except you of course. Please don't mention it.” He turns and arches his brows at me. “Clearly.” I mutter to myself but a bit louder for him to hear clearly. "Pardon?”

" Which means it is not the whole truth that you are about to tell me. Is it?" " It can't be the whole truth. We can only say what we know to you. We operate based on orders from above. And as you may already know, there are quite a good number of us scattered all over the nation. " " I am aware of that fact. " " We do not even know ourselves. You can only know the people that are in your line of activities. " " I understand better now. " " You remember the name Barry Rhodes. Don't you?"

"Usually, whenever there's a program. Such things same as this program that that Mr. Montero will be doing today, most of the time they announce it publicly. That's not the case of this one! Primarily, he only gave notice to those who will be part of the program but not everyone in this small place. If the rumor wasn't spread, no one will actually be aware that a special and an honorable man, scratch that, a billionaire will come to this town today. Isn't that just amazing? I mean, most of the time when this happens, it's only because of two reasons. Either a politician is about to run for a place in the politics or a powerful man needs to retrieve his or her reputation because he or she is

The president saw that he could not answer or maybe not willing to answer, so he said “ Actually, the people we see in the news that enter domains do not actually enter it. The moment they go inside, some kind of force rejects them after only some time. It could be the case that it does not consider them up to the caliber. Maybe they don’t contain something that is required”

She rested her hand on my arm. “You can’t.” I said, shaking my head. “Why not?” “Humans are not supposed to know about us. It’s dangerous for them to know.” I said, trying not to think about the stories that I’d heard. Stories about us being hunted and killed because people were scared of us. It was why we stayed hidden and there were so few of us. “Dangerous?”

"It's just that... Oh, I'm not used to it, no. I barely talk to the others who live here on the farm, so I barely remember that some go through difficult problems too, although different. "Don't worry," she said, trying to smile. "I think I got so used to people wanting to make me feel better exactly because I know everything about my life, that it is shocking to realize that someone in this country does not know what happened to my family. I furrowed my face, tilting my head slightly. At that point, even my horse seemed curious in the conversation, even though he didn't understand anything and cared little about the death of an unknown man. "Why do people know so much about your life?