Oblivion Savior's Hide Novels & Stories

So as I walk towards the old warehouse the Red Ravens used as a temporary hideout, I say a quiet pray. Please don’t let me fail at saving Dad. I walk right in. Lucius isn’t there to greet me with a gun to my head. By the look of things, there are no traps, no tricks. The hideout is exactly how we left it. Laura’s power tools remain on the workstation, polished and waiting for her futile return. Martin’s maps and documents are stacked high in organized piles in his corner of the warehouse. Harry’s collection of weapons is still out, too, an assortment of knives and guns and small explosives on display. My corner of the hideout is untouched as well. All my practice locks and tools and locksmit

"We can't hide in the salt-mines forever. We can't keep running while they kill everyone we know!" Dante looked at the dropships, then at the glowing red "Butcher's Mark" coin still clutched in my hand. "We don't run," he said, his voice regaining that Alpha-Prime authority. "We go deeper. Below the Scrapper slums. Below the geothermal vents. There’s a sector they call 'The Drowned Ledger.' It’s where the original Vane blueprints were hidden before the Spires were built. If we can reach it, we can stabilize your core without the Council’s 'Cleaners' sensing the flare."

To them, I was a savior; to myself, I was a ticking clock. I descended into the bowels of the mountain, past the Gravelight Caverns, into a level so ancient the blue bioluminescence had long since died out. I moved in a sphere of my own violet light, the scales on my arms clicking softly as I adjusted the weight of my cloak. I was heading for the Silent Vault, the deepest chamber of the Archives of Nyx. “He is watching the door, Elara,” Sasha whispered, her silver form flickering in the dark of my mind. “He didn't follow you, but he’s waiting. He knows you’re looking for a way to die for them.”

Savannah stepped back, feeling a strange pull toward the glass as though something in the liquid residue still remembered its occupant. *** In the far corner, movement. A ripple, quick and wrong. Savannah froze. Rhett’s hand went to the gun at his hip. But when they turned, the space was empty—just another row of pods. And yet… Savannah could swear she saw two small shapes slip between the shadows at the base of the chamber. She didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. The thought was already in both their minds. They weren’t alone down here. Somewhere, hidden in the Vault, Eva and Mira-Eve were moving unseen.

"You’re going to try it, aren't you? The Echo-Location spell from the Archive." "I have to, Xander," Selene replied, her silver-grey eyes reflecting the sapphire glow. "We’ve been hiding in these mountains while the Veil regrouped. They didn't just vanish when the Hub fell. They went underground. And if we don't find them before they find another way to tap into the ley lines, San Diego was just the rehearsal."

Jeremy gasped behind me. “My lord…” he said, visibly shaken. I turned slowly, still holding the dripping sword. “What?” He swallowed and said carefully, “He didn’t… even get to show us the hideout.” I cleaned the blade with the edge of a white cloth, in slow and precise movements. “There’s no need.” Jeremy blinked, confused. “But—” “He already told us where the hideout is,” I said with a wicked smile. “The Sacred mountain. That’s all I needed to hear.”

Vera crept to the curve of the tunnel, dropping low, searching for movement. Rhovan faced Emereah, urgency tautening each word. "You need to keep going. There's an hidden way—under the cliff bottom, just behind the deformed root arch. It goes beyond the sanctum's grasp, into the free lands." Emereah blinked. "How do you know?" "I assisted in digging it," Rhovan replied. "During the last rebellion. When the Council tracked down the fireborn." Emereah gazed at him, dazed. "Why are you doing this?".

“I wonder where this tunnel will lead us. If it’s their hideout, then I hope we reach on time. Alpha Achlys will surely plan to use his heat-inducing potion on her. We have to save her before he does that.” Alpha Alexios nodded, and we now jogged all the way down the tunnel to reach our destination faster. There were twenty team members ahead of us leading the way with their tools and equipment. More members followed us. “Their hideout is not here. It’s on the foothills of the Pikes Peak, on the southern slopes, near the Hidden Lake. The place is full of caverns, now used by the Red Wolves,” said Alpha Datsyuk, another member of Alpha Alexios’ team.

Ailith The nexus point Sin had identified lay within a hidden valley less than a mile from the sanctuary. As we approached in the pre-dawn darkness, I could feel the energy of the place calling to me—a rhythmic pulse that resonated with both my own heartbeat and that of the child within me.

> “Untraceable. But we suspect... he hid her.” The Grand Enforcer’s eyes narrowed. “Then summon her. Bind her.” Orders were given. Hunters dispatched. Within hours, the Council’s elite scouts traced the last veil of magic around a forgotten chapel hidden in the northern mountains—Alaric’s secret haven. --- Alaric’s Hidden Sanctuary Seraphine had just finished sipping the herbal tonic Maika left behind during their visit, when a cold draft slipped through the window. Then... a whisper. > “You have been found.”