Novel & Cerita Tiefling Hideout

Eliza’s POV We were at Tyla’s secret bunker. It was hidden enough, deep in the forested hills, surrounded by nothing but wild grass and dense trees. I f you didn’t already know it existed, you’d walk right past the metal hatch buried beneath layers of brush and rock. It was… efficient. Which was good, because the Shadow Pack would be hunting us by now. Thanks to Sheila. That traitor.

Jack might grow suspicious of Lucy if she stayed too long, so I took her with us, slipping quietly into the night. To stay ahead, I made sure to clear out my old wooden hideout. By dawn, it was stripped bare. I brought Rose and Lucy to my new sanctuary—hidden in the heart of the city. This place was a masterpiece. Lavish, spacious, and camouflaged behind powerful enchantments, surrounded by busy market streets on both sides. The perfect disguise. No human, werewolf, or wizard could find it—unless I allowed it. Even if someone recognized the spell I used, they’d never break it. I made sure of that.

The only way they could do this was by joining hands. “The monster is sneaky. It disguises very well as it can change its colour and texture. Usually it finds its victims near its hideout and you can only kill it inside its hideout,” Jill read on. “So all we have to do is follow him to his hideout and cast a spell,” Olivia said, laughing lightly. “I guess you won’t have to if it saw you. It will abduct you anyways and take you to its hideout,” Meredith joked. Olivia and Jill looked at each other and smiled.

Lancelot shook his head. " Back to the situation at hand, what do you know about this Elfin Witch?" Hikaru redirected. " Well, she's currently hiding out in an abandoned church close to Ralux borderline just 10 miles from here. She keeps that Flungoues in a shed 2 miles away from the church. The Flungoues is in a weak state since it used most of its power escaping from Zakheaven but it has been draining the Elfin's life source for the past 3 days. So do not underestimate it! They are just as powerful as a Level 2 Leighdal beast."

“Where are you, Aegir? And what's the news?” “I had followed one of the hellhounds as it left the pack. Last time we massacred them all, this time I ensured to leave a few alive. So I was able to follow his scent but it ended in the middle of nowhere. I knew this was where their hiding place was. I kept surveillance and remained in my wolf state and finally today the cloaking spell was raised for half an hour or so. I was able to pinpoint exactly where his castle is. It has his stench telling me they are living here. The cloaking spell is back on it but I know where they are hiding now. I have sent you the location. Come quickly and bring as many reinforcements as possible.”

"We can't outrun them. Not in this snow." "Then we fight." "No." The word came from me, surprising everyone—including myself. "We don't fight. We hide." Stellan turned to me, his brow furrowed. "Lyra—" "I just learned to control my shifts. I'm not ready for a real battle. And you're still weak from the fever." I looked at Cengiz. "Is there somewhere we can hide? A cave, a crevice, anything?" Cengiz was quiet for a moment, then nodded slowly. "There's an old hunting blind about half a mile east. Abandoned. Hidden. If we can reach it before they catch our scent..."

By the time Ronan and Elias returned, they found me in the study. "You look like you didn't sleep at all," Ronan pointed out, slumping on the office couch, while Elias sat in Ronan's chair. "So do you. Did you find anything?" I asked, rotating on my chair. "Yes, a hideout to the north of the capital," Elias answered, scratching his brow. "It was empty, but it looked like whoever had been there hadn't stayed there for long. We have reason to believe that it was the rogues. Remember the camp outside Delaney's pack?" I nodded at Ronan.

It splattered across his face like war paint. The second man was shaking now. He stared at his companion's body as it lay twisted, steaming slightly from the silver that had burned in the wounds. “I-I’ll talk,” he croaked. Eric approached slowly. “Names. Locations. Everything.” “There’s... there’s a camp,” he stammered. “North of Blackpine Temple. Hidden beneath the mountain lake. They’re calling it The Cradle. Vincent,he’s gathering blood mages. Rogues. Shadow wolves.”

“But let’s be quick … I can sense from afar more vines that are tracking the alar in my ring.” The hideout was not as far as what Kael had expected. It was found under the giant tree that stood on a huge lump from the ground, its surface covered by snow and big roots. Gared kneeled on a slope and brushed the snow from the inclined flat surface that looked like wood. Kael realized it was a door when the mage opened it. They crouched and entered through the trapdoor before Gared closed it. “Mind giving us some light?” the mage said, giving Kael a spherical object, though it was too dark to see.

We moved swiftly, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the crunch of twigs underfoot. When we reached the witches’ hideout, a sense of foreboding settled over us. The hideout was an ancient stone structure, half-buried in the earth and covered in creeping vines. Dark energy pulsed around it, a testament to the power gathered within. Bastian signaled for us to spread out, and we moved into position. Margaret and I would create a diversion at the front, while Bastian and Abigail would circle around to attack from the rear. Zion was safely hidden back at our home, protected by the wards we had set up.