Hiding Places Book Novels & Stories

One of the bookshelves was sawed out, turning it into something of a secret compartment. Where is the best place to hide a book? A library, of course. But it was more than just a book—a thin booklet barely finger-wide and with a red binding, a color that she found creepily similar to dried blood. Fine. She didn’t actually think it was dried blood. Back then, she was only interested in the book’s contents—gates and portals to other worlds, other lives, other countries... If she had no other way to travel, that was how she would do it. Books also helped to forget things...and herself.

If anyone wanted to hide something…If anyone wanted to hurt someone without ever being caught… If anyone wanted to disappear completely… They’d go to the Hollow Mountain.

and it seemed he wanted you to know but she hidded it from you" Nina said and smirked afterwards..knowing Adrian stopped When Adrian turned around and met her gaze, he handed the book to him and he slowly extended his hand and took it "How I'm i sure you aren't setting her up!?" i asked "To gain what?" She asked "Me of course..which you know it isn't possible" i said and she chuckled "If it is a setup, you'll know when she comes back" She replied and i stared at her before opening the book slowly ❤Earlier that day in Adrians family house❤

“It’s about 10 miles south of the Redcliff pack borders. I found it when I was out exploring as a kid. It’s been abandoned for years. I decorated it and turned it into a hideout. Very few know about this place. I only tell those I trust. I figured we could stay there for a couple of days. There are 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, and a full bathroom. It’s not fancy or anything, but it’s a good hiding spot for when you don’t want others to know where you are.” “A hiding spot?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “I had no idea such a place existed.” “That’s because I never told you,” he replied. “Like I said, very few know of its existence. But don’t worry. We’ll be there soon enough.”

Catarina’s POV “Mindy, tell me. Is there not a hidden door in case of emergencies?” Mindy's eyes widened slightly, and she glanced around nervously before speaking. "I... I can't say for sure," she replied cautiously. "There have been rumours, whispers of a hidden door, but it's mostly speculation. No one knows for sure. “Ok. Mindy, we have to find out. We can't afford to be trapped here if something goes wrong."

“Jillian,” I whispered, grabbing his wrist, “don’t go out there alone.” His hand closed gently over mine, gun in the other. “I’m not. You’re with me.” “That’s not what I—” He turned, eyes locking on mine, serious. “Christy, if anything happens, I need you to run. You know the side hallway by the library?” I nodded. “There’s a hidden passage behind the tall bookshelf. Pull the black book with the red spine. It opens a door. Go through, stay quiet, don’t stop.”

Sara ushered him to the dimly lit table where a crystal was glued to a single spot on a map of Transylvania. "She's in a place called Hoia Baciu Forest, a famously believed haunted forest in Romania. In the centre of the forest is an ancient castle hidden with a powerful spell, so this castle has been hidden for centuries," Sara explained and showed him pictures. The forest was eerie and yes, definitely creepy. In one of the photos was a bird's eye view of the forest and as Sara said, in the middle of the forest was an empty field, most likely where the castle was. It's no wonder that no human has ever discovered it by accident, Dmitri thought, because surely Madeline does have the power to

That means I have to hide, and quickly! Lucky for me, Bucky’s home is full of herbs and other scents that it should be easy enough to hide out in one of his cupboards, so that is what I do. I just hope that Bucky doesn’t give away that I am here, or that the new arrival hasn’t already seen me.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page:

The frustration gnawed at me, but I couldn't afford to lose hope now. "Think, Winter, think," I muttered to myself. My parents wouldn't leave something as important as the Book of the Moon in plain sight. It had to be hidden, safeguarded by the best protections they had. Suddenly, a memory hit me—my father’s study. A place that was always off-limits, even to me. If there was any place that could hide such a relic, it was there. Steeling myself, I slipped out of my room and into the dimly lit hallway. The house was quiet, the stillness punctuated only by the distant ticking of a grandfather clock.