The Hiding Place Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

I said. She swallowed. “You keep telling me to hide like I’m shameful.” “You’re combustible,” I answered. “There’s a difference.” Town sat close enough to pretend it didn’t matter. I took the long route anyway, cutting through service roads, checking mirrors. Mara stared out the window like she was counting turns. “You’re mapping,” I said. “I’m breathing,” she answered. I parked behind an abandoned feed store at the edge of town. Headlights off. Engine running. Across the lot sat a dark truck with blacked-out windows and no front plate. County didn’t run without plates.

“They can’t have just disappeared. Look for anything—broken branches, disturbed ground, anything.” The warriors spread out, searching carefully. Minutes felt like hours before one of them called out. “Alpha! Over here!” I rushed over, Ryder right behind me. The warrior pointed to a hidden entrance, a narrow tunnel covered by rocks and leaves. “A hideout,” Ryder said darkly. I nodded. “She’s in there.” Ryder hesitated. “Alpha, it might be a trap.” “I don’t care,” I said sharply. “If she’s in there, I’m getting her out.”

Chapter 20: Hidden Moves Melissa sat in her hideout; she has been there for two weeks, her fingers traced the edges of a photograph, it was a picture from her last trip, one of the few things she could remember before all the present chaos, But the constant death threats had worn her out, and she knew it was time to vanish, at least for a while. She couldn’t keep running with a target on her back. The Hawthornes were closing in, and Evelyn wasn’t the type to let anyone slip away, not twice, she has been lucky the first time.

I was looking for a place to hide when I heard a small growl come from my backpack. The chihuahua ran back into its house, which was strange. I run and hide in a small storage unit for garden tools. I can see them moving around through a small hole. I silently hope they leave, but I'm so close yet so far away. Just as I think they're about to leave, one of them starts to open the storage, no-no-no. The sound of a rifle being loaded can be heard before he can open the door.

If something happened to her, he’d never forgive himself. He stepped out of the room and looked around. The pack house was full of noise—shouting, clashing steel, smoke in the air. He didn’t even know where to start looking. Then a thought hit him. The hidden border. It was an old escape path, known only to the Alpha, Beta, and a few trusted guards. If someone wanted to take Hazel and disappear, that’s where they’d go. Without wasting another second, Noah called a few guards. “Follow me. Fast!” They ran through the trees, branches scratching their arms, feet pounding against the dirt.

And even though the pain will always be with me, I know that I have people here to help hold my broken pieces together until I no longer need help. I chose my path. I chose my happy ending. THE END SPECIAL THANKS: I want to thank some very special people in my life that helped make this all possible. Thank you to the artist, Rosabella_Ashbry, who created the cover for His Hidden Child. Thank you to my parents for always believing in me. Thank you to my sister and my brother-in-law for helping me get started. Thank you to my very amazing friend Destiny who helped me when I needed it.

“Let me see it.” No ticking. No wires. Just a plain box sealed with tape. Alex opened it carefully on the counter while Alicia pulled Aiden closer instinctively. Inside was a single photo album. Nothing else. Alicia frowned slightly and lifted it out. Old leather cover. No title. She opened the first page slowly. And froze. Photos. Hundreds of them. Not Harbor. Not politicians. Her. Alex. Aiden. The first picture showed newborn Aiden asleep on Alex’s chest years ago in that tiny apartment Alicia had hidden in after running away.

But, nothing. I slammed the book I was currently reading shut, frustration building. The sound of the slam echoed across the walls and I was sure anyone outside here would have heard it. “Damn it, Henry,” I groaned. “Did you have to bury her like that?” If there was anything I knew about Henry, it is that he didn’t bury secrets anyhow. The encounter at the cave taught me that. When Henry wants to hide stuff, he hides it in patterns. He uses symbols layered under words. If you are able to predict the patterns and follow it, while unscrambling the symbols, you’ll find whatever he hid.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I looked through the blueprint more and then at the other blueprints, but I could not find the location of the library anywhere. I folded the blueprint up and tucked it into my bra. It was embarrassing, but I wanted to study the plan of this place more so that I would get away. The sound of thudding footsteps over my head sent such sheer panic into my blood and I hurried to hide behind one of the big shelves, the one to the right of the room. As I hid there my eyes ran over the spines of the books fleetingly. The footsteps receded and I stepped out of my hiding place. As I stepped out, my eyes caught sight of a book.

We just had to wait a little longer maybe after the fifth pain I was sure it would be too late for Ash to do anything then. “I don’t like it. Baku found Lee. He even knew her favorite class. I can’t risk him finding her again.” Ash sounded strained. He tightened his grip around me. “Just in case…” Ash paused and then Baku’s face popped in my head. “You all now know what he looks like. Run and hide if you see him.” Ann and Maria gasped. “How did you do that?” Ann asked Ash wide eyed. “I just placed his face in your mind,” Ash answered her.