The Ways We Hide Novels & Stories

“It’s not a joke, honey. Please, listen. The Hidden Witches are nearly extinct because they were hunted by the Shadow Hunters—powerful warlocks who practice dark magic. They wanted to eliminate the Hidden Witches because they saw them as a threat. To protect you, I had to hide you in Canada with your mother. I revealed everything to her, and though she was angry, she agreed it was best for your safety if I left. She didn’t abandon you, Prisca; she was trying to protect you. A few months ago, a Shadow Hunter had a vision about two hidden witches that still survive. That’s why I brought you here. You’re in danger, and I need to protect you.” I pulled my hand away, stunned. I didn’t know how to

At their stunned expressions, he continued “Someone in this building has a lot to hide; it’s why I posted a guard outside the penthouse and checked it out before leaving Angel alone up there. That’s a secret someone is going to want to keep hidden.” Michael asked, “Can it be narrowed down to a specific department maybe we can narrow it down further from there by telling you the people Stacia might have been in contact with.” Justin replied, “We’re doing a, person by person search of the computer systems here; it will unfortunately take a while to finish.” They were all stunned when they heard Angel’s voice say from the door “Not if I help.” At their confused looks, Angel said “I’m really goo

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

"Everyone sees this everyday and they immediately know I'm a primordial and it concerns me that I've never actually see yours in person." "I hide it." I explained to her. "I know you do but I don't know how to hide mine or does it require some kind of training?" She looked at me. "My life would have probably been a lot more easier if I knew how to hide it." "It doesn't require any training, it's simple, kind of like the basis." I prepared her mind for it. "It works like magic, infact it is magic." I said for emphasis. "Just imagine it's hidden, also convince your mind to believe that and you would be surprised."

"Charlie. Come on." He abandons the fake cry immediately and runs to wrap both arms around my legs. "I missed you, Mommy." "You can't 'I miss you' your way out of destroying the walls." "But I thought it was beautiful." His bottom lip trembles. "I wanted to make something big for you. Like a surprise." "Why were you hiding then?" He thinks about this seriously. "I thought you might not see the beauty at first." "Charles." "I love you so much, Mommy. So, so much."

Lav said. “I don’t know.” I shook my head as I sniffled. “I have a suggestion,” she said. “I will hire someone to track the spread of that picture. Then, I’ll let you know if it gets deleted.” “That’s complicated,” I said. “Nothing’s complicated when you need to hide a secret.” She formed the shh gesture before winking at me. The time for the final sports event came. I noticed that there was nothing awkward like people looking at me or something… yet. Thanks to this important event, they are all somehow distracted.

Kingsley walked back in less than two minutes later, holding a phone in his hand like it was the most important thing in the world right now. “Got it,” he said, tossing it lightly toward me. I caught it instantly, my grip tightening slightly as I looked down at it. Basic. Nothing fancy. No special markings. Just a regular phone. Which makes it more dangerous. Because people who want to hide don’t use flashy things. They use normal things. Things that blend in. “Let’s see what you’re hiding,” I muttered under my breath. I walked over to the table, placing the phone down as I pulled my laptop closer, my fingers already moving before Kingsley even asked anything.

I said quietly. Blake frowned. “What do you mean?” I looked up. My eyes steady. “It’s public.” Silence. Cesare’s expression darkened slightly. “Say that again.” “It’s not underground. Not secret. Not erased.” I turned the screen toward them. “It’s right in front of everyone.” Blake blinked. “That’s… impossible.” “No,” I said. “It’s genius.” The Truth Behind It “Hide something well enough… people look for it.” “But put it in plain sight…”

The garden thrived in a state of cheerful, low-stakes chaos. Our hide-and-seek league had expanded. The Jeff-resonance was an active participant, hiding the stone in places that defied conventional physics—once inside the sound of the stream’s burble, another time in the exact moment between the twin moons’ light overlapping. Vanilla, overcoming his archival instincts, had gotten shockingly good, using his knowledge of forgotten lore to hide things in “historically negligible” spots. It was during a particularly heated match (Lina had hidden the stone in the concept of “yesterday,” and we were arguing about the legality of temporal hiding) that the sky tore open.

He glanced around. “Not literally, Kael,” I snorted. “I mean, the biggest matter we have here.” “Oh? Is that what you guys call it now?” He blinked. “How old are you, Kael?” I muttered. He walked up to me. “So, are you going to start talking? Or?” He gave me a straight face. “Well, there is a way that you can stay hidden, though. It’s buried deep in the books. Even I don’t know how the trick works.”