Hide Away Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Trained ears catching a sound, a scent, something out of place. They knew. “They saw us,” I confirmed quietly into the mic. Nyra’s voice came through again. Smooth. Pleased. “Good. Let them. You have three minutes to disappear.” She didn’t say what would happen in minute four. She didn’t have to. Safehouse – Unknown Location The hideout was buried deep in the hills, a brutalist skeleton of concrete and steel. There were no windows, no clocks. Just cold air and colder silence. It was perfect.

Inside, Evan curled up in bed. The hallway light glowed behind his cracked door. His name his words were now on the wall. Not hidden. Not erased. Claimed. He whispered into the darkness: “Still warm.”

he asked as he turned to her. “I’m not sure. I thought it was cool, but it would never really have a big purpose here. There is another smaller one in the basement that is supposed to be a wine cellar but has a safe room of sorts that is concealed.” Haven said with a shoulder shrug. “The best part of it is it is not on any of the floor plans for the house either. So if they pulled the plans beforehand to see where you could hideout. This won’t show up on them.”

"Come on! I want to bring you back to our past time together." "Why?" "It's such a momentous place. I'll tell you once we there." She walks to her horse and unties the reins. Aaron follows behind her. .. Hazel didn't return to her hotel room, instead, she was hiding in the garden behind the resort. It's quiet and full of flowers and it makes her calm somehow. "He's not yours, Hazel. Stop crying! I don't love him." She sniffing while rub her chest slowly. Hoping that it could ease her pain, right now whilst her right-hand wipes her tears away. 'Cool down, you stupid heart.'

she slapped him hard, tears springing to her eyes. She was lost in a moment again, a moment that lasted so briefly it sickened her to be able to pull it up so quickly. New to her life on the run, Thalia had first thought bigger cities to be an easier place to hide. Bigger crowds meant a newcomer wouldn't attract any attention, and youth shelters allowed for anonymous stays, what she didn't know was that they were also hunting grounds of sorts. Had it not been for the random woman patrolling the floor her bed for the night was on, it's hard telling where she would be now. the memory surfaced until it was now. here. all around her.

Hazel was happy that the celebration was still going to be held tomorrow. It afforded her time to do what she had gone there to do. Her ears were still pinned to the door when she heard footsteps approaching from within the room. Caught unawares and not knowing where to run to or hide without being caught, she instinctively jumped to the back of the door. It was a careless hiding spot that would guarantee her getting caught but it was all she could come up with. She could not risk running away because the hallway was too long and the next exit was at the end so she would definitely have been caught and her only other option was a window which was a couple of meters high up.

Looking around he had an idea that he hope would work. “Listen, we are going to do the same thing we did when we escaped the Justice Court. We are gonna hide in the vents until it is safe.” Razor said, going down the first hallway and went into one of the now empty room. They could hear fighting going on near by but they manage to dodge all the monsters fighting. He went to the vent in the room climbed on the bed to unhook the screws in the vent. He got down and went over to his backpack and got the last of the bottles out and handed them to each of the girls. He got out the spray that would hide their scent. He didn’t spray a lot because that would make it obvious. “Only give them the bot

Lucian's POV We got to the hideout of the witch, Kaiza. She couldn't afford to stray out in the open as a bounty was placed on her head, she was being hunted. “Eew, I can't believe I’m going to enter this shack.” Ariel's face was scrunched up, as he stared at the wooden shack disgustingly. “Keep shut, like you didn't live in one before.” Azariel glared at him. “Do you seriously want to bring that up now? You make me keep having plans on how to sell you off, Azariel.” His lips curled.

The adrenaline begins to wear off, and I find myself hoping against hope that I can hide long enough for the timer to run out. Then, a voice cuts through the silence. "You’re not exactly good at hiding, are you?" My blood runs cold, and I freeze, every muscle in my body going rigid. I know that voice. It's Xerxes. I peek over the edge of the branch, my stomach twisting in embarrassment. There he is, standing below me with his arms crossed, his eyes glowing with an almost mocking amusement. "You’ll be found within minutes," he adds, the words like a cruel prophecy.

His eyes were glued to me, devoid of guilt toward Elena or the child she was carrying, and stripped of any shame over being exposed in public. I was well aware that he wasn't actually looking at me. He was looking at the power behind me that could put him back on the pedestal he craved. For that, he was willing to give up everything, including his unborn child. At that moment, the cold and selfish nature he hid so well was laid bare. One of his friends walked up to me and looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, Jasmine. We were deceived and said a lot of awful things. We misunderstood you. Don't worry, we won't ever defend Elena again."