Unknown Among Us Novels & Stories

"What do you mean I'm in danger?" "Some background first. Your parents didn't die from the car accident, they were killed by the people they were running from. An alpha from a rival pack put a hit out on your parents when he learned they had run. They were constantly moving because of it. The killers didn't realize you were there. Apparently you were quiet once they were next to the car. Amazingly, the people that found you were from a nearby pack so they knew you were like them, but that's all they knew. Which is when our agency came in. Anyway, about a year later, the alpha from the rival pack found out that you existed and found you at one point." I had no idea any of this happened. I kne

I don’t show my face in the public by any chance. All social gatherings and anything that concerns me showing in the public is always handled by my only friend and business partner, Tamara. She was introduced to me by Adeline, and since then, we’ve been best of friends. Only she and Adeline knows what actually happened to me in the past. Tamara loved Charlie so much, a stranger would have mistake her for her mother. She is actually a free-spirited woman and amazing too. She almost had the same aura as Adeline, calculated and reserved. That is the same reason I respect and trust her.

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

And if she could have gotten past Kane’s guards, she’d have broken the door down by now. I scrolled. There it was. The DM from the unknown I***a account. "You’re stronger than they know." I blinked. Weirdly comforting. Creepy, but comforting. I typed back: Me: “Do I know you?” The reply came within seconds. Unknown: “Not yet.” Me: “So then why do you keep messaging me?” Unknown: “Because I know what it’s like. To be where you are. To feel like you’re being swallowed and everyone just expects you to smile.”

In the quiet town of Greenhills, nestled beneath a sky painted with the hues of twilight, the unsuspecting residents were about to face an unprecedented nightmare. The peace that once enveloped their homes was shattered as the relentless march of vampires commenced, led by the cunning and malevolent Usopp.

Helpless. My phone buzzes. **Unknown: Saw the post. Brandon's a liar. Don't let him win.** The same number from last night. **Me: Who are you?** **Unknown: Someone who knows what it's like to be destroyed online** **Me: That's not an answer** **Unknown: You'll find out soon enough** **Me: Are you threatening me?** **Unknown: I'm trying to help you** **Me: Then tell me who you are**

╭───────────────╮ Unknown: I’ll see you at closing. Don’t make me come find you. ╰───────────────╯

“February is the second month of the new year. It was the time when a lot of young men from prestigious families had their debutantes. June was for their ranking battle and November was for their yearly celebration. All people from the various tribes would gather in the Hall of Ceremony to mingle or to have a hidden war to show their power and strength.” How… Amino was baffled to hear how well-versed Eagle was with The Unknown system. He only had a gist of it thanks to the benevolent nature of his superior. Such important information was kept in utmost secrecy. As the matter of fact, not many were familiar with The Unknown people. Normal people were not aware of their existence. Given that t

Azen said, explaining the information he managed to grasp in this time. “Zero, Obsidian Beast, Tristan Snyder. One, Death, Unknown.” He paused, glaring at Kriss who acted cool. Azen knows that Kriss knows who Death is but refused to tell for unknown reason but it was distressing to fathom why. Kriss narrowed his eyes, warning him to continue and sighing, he continued, “Two, Communicator, Daphne Sparks. Three, Unknown. We don’t even know its title.” He frowned. They cannot understand where they failed, how they cannot find a single clue against this person.

Two weeks back, I found myself knee-deep in a mission to dismantle the nefarious web spun by those purveyors of fabricated scandals. My solitary endeavor was almost in full swing when, out of the blue, an unexpected message dropped into my digital realm. The sender bore the mysterious alias "Zero-One," which was as intriguing as a riddle whispered in the wind. "Who you are, I know," Zero-One's message began, each word dripping with enigma, concealing his true self beneath layers of anonymity. "Stop what you're doing."