Tragic Romance Secret Lair Novels & Stories

"It is critical that you maintain a straight back. Prepare to die when we get back to the home, because if I can't sell you and make a fool of myself in front of Boss Dawin right now, I'm going to kill you. Because of what my father stated, I could stop crying. I couldn't care less. We quickly arrived at the spacious entryway, which was near the lake. We were let in quickly because the security guard seems to have expected our arrival. My mouth dropped open as I took in the amazing vista of the entire house for the first time. I'd just finished watching the television drama and had seen the magnificent mansion that served as the setting. "Good day, gentlemen. Is Dawin still in the house?” Ma

"No! I won't be used. You can't manipulate me, again!" Echo suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Unfortunately for you Aria, my dear, it's too late." Everyone got even more confused, as Echo revealed another secret. "Tessa is the one who would unlock the shackles that holds moon city because she holds the ancestral key." Tessa's heart skipped for a slight second. "What does that even mean?" Echo smiled mischievously. "Tessa isn't just an ordinary werewolf." Echo's exposition changed the atmosphere in the entire cave.

She shoved him off, but the words stayed. They trained in secret—deep in the lower tunnels where the old wolves didn’t wander. Only Lyra knew, and she kept guard while they bruised each other under torchlight. “You two are going to get caught,” she muttered one night, hearing Lerder’s pain grunt from the chamber. “They catch us, they’ll just see me winning,” Elara shouted back. “Lies!” Lerder yelled, breathless. Lyra rolled her eyes. “Idiots in love.”

But tonight, this genius fortress will burn. The second I jump out of Lara’s window, I drop into the shrubs below and run through the grasses. The adrenaline in my veins makes me forget that I haven't eaten or slept in two days. I can't afford to rest. Not when the girl I love is about to be sacrificed like a lamb on a golden altar. Finally, I reach the hillcrest overlooking the hidden ravine. Roman is already there, pacing beside the others in the shadow of the trees. His pack are scattered in clusters, sharpening their blades and adjusting disguises. The forest groans with terror.

"I know what it means to be terrified of the dark. I know what it means to feel like you have to hide your truth under the floorboards just to survive the day. We were both trapped by the Old Laws, Sienna. We just chose different ways to try and escape them." Aria stood up, offering her hand to the woman on the floor. Sienna looked at the outstretched hand—the hand of the healer, the hand of the sovereign, the hand of the woman who had replaced her and yet refused to erase her. Slowly, Sienna reached up and took it. Aria pulled her to her feet. Together, they walked back to the sloping oak table. The letters lay scattered in the warm, golden witch-light. The faded ink, the water stains, the

Putting the forms away in my locker, I checked the time, and I was five minutes late for my meet-up with Ryan. Knowing I was late, I made my way to an abandoned office on campus not too far from my department. That was our secret meeting place. Getting there, I looked around to make sure no one was around. When I was certain about that, I entered and locked the door behind me. I turned around to find Ryan standing by the window looking out. I made my way over to him, tiptoeing, and hugged him from behind when I got to him. “You’re late, babe. Thought you weren’t going to make it,” he said while turning around to face me with his hand on my waist.

Kira asked, sitting up straight as she caught the look on Marcus’s face. “No,” Marcus said, tossing the wooden wolf onto the coffee table. It landed with a heavy thud on the center rug. “Liora and Elias have been keeping secrets. Someone has been watching us.” I took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the sofa. I pulled the two notes from my pocket, the elegant one from the truck and the jagged one from the library blueprints and laid them next to the wooden wolf. “Elias found the first one in the truck on Saturday,” I started, my hands trembling slightly. “Then I found the second one today, tucked into the library schematics.

But whenever I smelled that candle, I did end up sleeping pretty deeply. But after Clarissa heard that, her expression grew even darker. She quickly walked over and blew out the candle, her face grim. Seeing her react like that made a strange uneasiness rise in my chest. "What's wrong?" She looked straight into my eyes and said slowly, word by word, "That's an aphrodisiac candle!"

If Adrian wouldn't tell me, and anyone else who might know was pledged to secrecy, then I had to go to someone who operated outside their rules. Someone who didn't owe loyalty to the Lycan crown. One name kept echoing in my head, dark and heavy: Ragnar Vale. The Rogue King. He was a monster, and he’d probably just as soon put a collar around my neck as look at me, but Ragnar wasn't playing the royals' political games. He didn't care about royal secrets or protecting the peace. He had sent his rogues after Cleo. He had set a trap today that seemed built to separate me from everyone else. Whatever I was, he already knew it.

Elara said with a frown. Later that morning, Lila went to the Healing House. She found one of her former close friends, a girl named Sienna, sorting herbs alone. “Sienna,” Lila said calmly. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” Sienna looked surprised but nodded. “What do you want?” Lila took a deep breath. “I know you have a secret the one about you meeting a rogue wolf last month. I won’t tell anyone… if you help me.” Sienna’s face paled. “How did you?”