All Chapters of Clandestine: Hidden World : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Twilight Fall Town Town Motel The town was a sophisticated one, composure and thoughtful to be precise. Perhaps, it was for the downset of the sun conferring upon the land a heavy dullness that could render one blind. The sky was starless and the moon was obviously out of sight, meticulous night for the creatures of the night. During the day, the streets and towns are always safe for the majorderances but during the dawn of night, everything becomes messy and rogue. In movies, horror lurks in the silhouettes, the night is the horror, along it comes not zombie breakouts or waste mutant experiments but vampires and not just vampires but many more. Bungalow structures coddled the land with bright bulbs shining over some dark sides saintliness and radiance, unstructured establishments could be seen also but with construction banners pasted on each walls and at the edge of the town was a bar, a motel to be accurate glowing from the windows light reflections to attract customers. HONK

Violetwall Town C-Dome The sun was warm but to others, it was deadly. He couldn't stop thinking if he was a vampire, not a half breed but a true vampire, he would have rescheduled his timeline. He would have called his day his night and his night would be his day, poetically barbarian but sounds like entertainment to the night creatures. He sat on the rooftop, his body glittering to the sun's rays on him. He stared at the horizon, hearing the whispers of citizens, their laughs, smiles and even their cries but he dare no interfere. He was indeed their guardian as they believed but there was more behind his motive of been the human vigilante. They believed him to be their guardian against supernatural creatures although many believed in vampires and other creatures but few believed in their existences. He was waiting for nightfall, been a vigilant during the day would attract the cops and other security forces. They don't really believe he's a hero and he knew he isn't, he was jus

Unknown Location Zenith Tower The Councils of the hidden world as implied constantly are the ruling power of both the known world and the hidden world. Although, their popularity was overshadowed by the governments and security personnels but the zenith power above all authorities were the Councils. They ruled everything. They're the minds that acts correspondingly, the eyes that sees through many eyes, the ears that hears through many ears and the noses that smells through many. They're unknown to many but understood by majority of high superiority, they're not just guardians of the hidden world but predecessors of the hidden world and every creatures that resides within, including the human race. The Zenith Tower was an extra-dimensional reality mixed with unreality that exists within earth and out of its perception but on a different perspective from the senses of everything residing, so detecting the Councils domain would be like looking for what does and doesn't exist simul

Twilight Fall Town Sheriff Dome Offshore the town, in the middle of the dry woods existed a bungalow shaped building. A building encircled with short wooden fences and a short entrance door into the compound. A red highlander was parked outside the fenced walls along some other short cars ranging from Camry to Lexus and Toyotas but in the midst of these luxurious cars was parked a black cop bike. Inside the house, it was more than expected with just a room as wide as the house itself. In the room were wooden chairs arranged in rows to the end of the room with numerous men sat dressed in different outfits and had different hairstyles. Before the arranged chairs was another chair, a plastic chair with Scott Evans seated on it. In between his lips was a lit tobacco stick fluming with wild smokes. "Why the sudden summon boss, we all have places to be. Children to attend to." A man in the midst of the men said. At each sides of seated Scott stood D and Matthew staring at their fell

Violetwall Town C-Dome The Cellar The cellar was more bright than ever and quiet, after Clancy left, he was the only living soul residing in the house. He grew bored and decided to take a walk into the bunker cellar to visit his daughter, perhaps to keep her lively but she was still asleep. His feet clanging on the staircase was what padded the cellar for a moment but as he got close and stopped on the cold cemented floor, he shivered to the sudden cold. It was the like the cellar was conducting coolness. His hand rummaged through some tables shuffling through different types of blades and guns, his eyes looked through the troops of bullets lying unconditionally on the table but before his brain could find a job for himself since his daughter was asleep, he heard something scattering. At first, he thought it was from above but after an insignificant and undetermined inspection, he saw a lady dressed in white patient clothings standing and holding blood satchels in her hands.