Tiefling Hideout Novels & Stories

I clenched my fist in anger as I determined within myself that it was time to bring the terror of the weredragons to an end. The werewolves had an hideout,a town close to the river. Gwa together with some older werewolves worked together to prepare a place that could stand as a place of refuge for the younger and injured ones during the time of battle. Although no one had need of it during previous battles because of how well Gwa defended the forest, my instinct told me that they were indeed werewolves who were hiding there now. "Since there is indeed a mole within us, then this mole must know about the hideout." I thought as I held my sword tighter and increased my pace.

“I rejected her. She’s wanted to hurt Celine since the moment she saw her in my room. I saw it in her eyes. That wasn’t heartbreak, that was hatred.” I turned to the map spread across the villa table, the inked lines crisscrossing like veins. If she used a cloaking spell, she couldn’t have gone far, not without using the Old Tunnels. The ones we sealed off two years ago for a reason. Unless she unsealed them. “She took her underground,” I said, my voice heavy with dread and determination, the pieces clicking into place like a death knell. “To the crypt beneath the west ridge. That’s where she’s hiding.”

Instead, he looks toward the fractured boundary surrounding the creature. “You should have stayed dormant,” he says quietly. The creature laughs softly. “And you should have stopped digging.” A pulse of unease moves through the clearing. Vaelith’s gaze flicks toward Serik. He looks genuinely lost now. “What digging?” The hunter finally answers. “The old tunnels beneath the northern ridges.” The creature’s smile fades completely. “You opened them.” No one speaks for a moment. Then the hunter says something that makes the air feel colder. “We found the graves.”

Glinda nodded, as did Beki. “Somehow, I need to get this crystal to the Living World.” Heavy footsteps crunched toward us, turning my blood into sludge. I scrambled to my feet and rushed to the shelter. “Come on, let’s hide.” Glinda scampered inside, and I zipped us in.

No one questioned her. ”We come from a gruppa of peaceful weredragons. We keep to ourselves and stay far from Hassan and the like. We still hear of them from time to time but up until now, we have not sought out trouble. To answer your question, they are hiding their little army behind a great falls. They have found a place with a labyrinth of caves and open spaces.” ”That sounds like the cliffs we were at before,” Dakari questioned. “Have they returned to Ireland?”

I wanted to explore this part of living and see what the journey would hold. "I sent one of my men to find out more about the hideout. It's a little warehouse, located at the border," Alex said to the map on the table. "Can't we just use G****e Maps or something instead of holding some ancient world map? Gabe, don't you agree with me?" I said winking at him. He humphed and straightened the paper. "Here, we have to go through this road so we won't walk straight into the dragon's throat."

“Her name, the type of werewolf she is, her picture, an item she owned and stuff like that. You don’t expect me to go out blind, do you?” “Yeah I know. I’m a werewolf too.” Tara said “Come with me to Verdant. We have a hidden base for situations like this.” Claud and Tara walked together towards Verdant like normal humans. Tara brought her car but decided to walk with her son instead. They got to Verdant fast because Claud didn’t pick a far away forest to spend the night. They entered the elevator and then Tara pressed the buttons like some kind of code and then a hidden red button appeared. Tara pushed the button and the elevator started going down. They got to the hidden floor and saw all

Apparently Dedrick, Rehida, Orida, Connor and Iyla had become some sort of parenting team against Thalia and Koin, deciding together what was best for the two of them. She wasn’t upset by the little Cabin they had set up for them, it was actually perfect and beautiful. It was all dark wood on the outside, green shingles on the roof and shutters to match, even the door was green as well. It was 1 floor, 1 bedroom with an open kitchen and living room that merged, only half separated by a long island bar. The inside was simple as well, dark wood to match the outside, but with bold accents of yellow and white to make it feel a little bigger. The furniture was all in either leather or black, and

“He woke up and kicked us both cleanly out of his dream.” Xander frowns, sensing more. “But you... found him before he could do that?” Valen’s eyes flick directly toward me, the triumph in his gaze. “Yes. I found his hideout. It’s somewhere deep in the northern mountains, high in the Frostpeaks… a place where absolutely nothing, not even the simplest moss, dares to grow.” How fitting.

Carol swallowed, and I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to argue with me, so she nodded. “He had a cabin 10 miles south of here,” she said slowly. “It’s in the rogue district. If you follow the road to the fork and then go down the pathway, accessible by car, on the right side of the road. A mile in, you’ll find a gathering of trees that almost look like a wall. Drive around it and you’ll find a cabin hidden in the darkest corner away from the eyes of the road. It’s his hideout.” “He has a hideout in the rogue district?” Lucy asked, raising her brows.