Hideaway Novels & Stories

The man nodded, which seemed to be satisfactory enough. “Do you know where Dantares and Deker are?” Elissa asked Hayward. “We should probably let them know it’s ok...” Hayward shook his head. “I told them to hide, and they’re pretty good at that. Do you have a library? Dantares is good at vanishing in those. Otherwise, I’d check storerooms, closets...” He shrugged his shoulders a bit.

Is it time to go back home? Hailey was pulled up by one of the man, and the other man led the way out of the room, Hailey didn’t know their was another part in the building, the hideout was only like an underground used for missions, They had suddenly appeared right at some house garden, looking at the Mansion right in front of it, Hailey couldn’t help but gasp aloud especially at the beauty and the bigness, It was the real Definition of a Castle.

The day was slowly getting dark as the sun setting on the horizon. Deep hidden in the Rock Valley near the river bank, was Wide Storm bandit hideout. The Hideout was an abandoned dragon cave, after their leader Mongadee Lopus establish the band they have made this mid size cave their home for 7 years. Over the time they gain prospers, from just empty cave they amass fortune and altered the surrounding to their at advantage, making them more hidden and strong from any attacks.

******* The hideout was an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city. Anya had found it through underground channels…a tip from someone who owed her a favor. She moved through the shadows, silent and deadly. Two guards at the front. She took them down before they hit the ground. A hallway. A door. A lock she picked in seconds. Damian was inside, sitting at a table, scrolling through his phone. He looked up. "Anya." She didn't speak. She just moved. Damian was fast…but she was faster. She had been waiting for this.

~Theo~ The car pulled up at the first ever property that I single-handedly funded myself. The Castillo Hideaway. I’d been a little younger when I named it, and I kinda regret the way the name sounds to me now. The hideous name, however, didn’t change the nature of the place. A large expanse of land which has a natural balance between modernity and nature, making it a perfect mix for both werewolves and humans. I watched with satisfaction as Storme’s eyes lit up. Her hands came up and covered her mouth as she turned 360 degrees.

And that was how they were able to drive back to the hideout. The hideout, located in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, was a perfect haven for his gang's operations. The exterior was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, giving no hint of the sophisticated setup inside. The interior was a stark contrast: modern, well-lit, and equipped with the latest technology. Surveillance monitors lined one wall, showing live feeds from various locations. There were several rooms, each serving a different purpose – a planning room, an armory, and a makeshift medical bay.

Jordan had tracked Roberto down to a small hideout on the outskirts of the city. It was a run-down, abandoned warehouse—exactly the kind of place someone on the run would use. The building's facade was crumbling, windows boarded up with plywood that had warped in the rain. Perfect for hiding, terrible for comfort.

This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me. In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.

"How could I pretend I heard nothing just now?" "W-W-What do you want………" Lefiya murmured with a wry smile. "Please don't be angry…………" "…Where is this 'Secret Hideout' of yours?" I asked. "Do you know how much trouble you are in right now…?" "I-I-It's completely safe…! I-I had multiple barriers protecting my secret hideout— and I'm the only one that could enter…! I-I-It's even safer than my room…!"

I walk into the house, and Michael was waiting for me to return. “Any luck?” Michael asks. “Unfortunately, no. The trap went off, but nothing was inside of it.” I reply, frustrated. “We will catch him, but if we do, where are we going to hide him?” Michael turns on the kettle to make coffee. At this moment I wasn’t in the mood for coffee, I needed something stronger. I make my towards the bar. “There is an abandoned cabin a mile from here. No one will think to look for him there.” I pour a drink for Michael and me. I gave him his glass. Michael switches off the kettle and walks towards me, grabbing a seat at the bar.