Tiefling Hideout Novels & Stories

“All of the elves and other shifters are going home for the week too, so I guess it’ll just be you, me and a few hybrids for the week.” “Quiet is good. I can get a lot of work done while everyone is away,” Everett says. “Yep, it should be a nice quiet week,” I say. Famous last words. Pyralis POV Those men had come close to finding us, the Lycan and the tiger. Then they sent the dragons, the white and green ones. Thankfully, they weren’t able to find our underground hiding spot. It’s actually an old laboratory that we found. At first, none of us wanted to live here, but over time, it was the safest place we could find, and we’ve eventually made it our own.

Chapter 54 The fortress still reeked of blood and smoke from the last strike. The healers worked through the night, the Riders’ dead burned in pyres beneath the crescent moon, but the stronghold did not rest. And in the silence of the lower halls, where the torches burned, Lilith slipped away unseen. Her footsteps echoed softly as she descended into the hidden chambers beneath her den as only few remembered these tunnels existed. They were older than the Riders themselves, carved in an age when gods still walked the earth.

ELDORA’S POV The day is finally here. After setting all the pieces in place, we moved into the hideout cabin in the woods close to the mansion resting on the cliff. The mages with us have isolated this place so that the believer patrols won’t find us. This battle would have been easier if we could have them fight with us but their magic does close to nothing against the believers protected by Noroya’s powers. Ezra was right.

Alright now… let’s see what we have here… the dominating geography is flat, there is a hill here and there but the forest sure is a plain… there's a ravine at the northwest and a mountain chain at the northeast all the way to the southeast… a waterfall that comes from the mountain chain and flows all the way to the center of the forest forming a river and a lake…the biggest and highest hill is close to that lake, the side that faces the pond, a cave entrance is in there… I suspect that this so-called “crimson something” hideout is that cave… the ravine is more likely the location of the junk stones I am searching for… Alright… Here is the plan! I’ll send the [Stealth type] of familiars which

I questioned them. “Maybe a week’s ride from here if the weather permits. It’s in the city of Perch. The old destroyed Starling Castle had an undisturbed casemate and vaulted undercroft. We were able to enter them when we went into hiding. They are hidden under the castle’s rubble, making it an inconspicuous hideout. Only rebels know the way in or out. Many secret tunnels still lay beneath the castle and would be useful if we needed to escape,” commented Sam.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

It was a location so shrouded in obscurity that even Ardolf, a powerful werewolf and shapeshifter with a keen nose for danger, couldn't fathom its existence. The hideout stood nestled within a dense thicket of ancient trees that had witnessed the passage of time itself. Towering oaks and gnarled pines formed a natural fortress, their interwoven branches a formidable shield against the outside world. The entrance, a seemingly innocuous crevice between two colossal boulders, was cloaked by a thick curtain of ivy that danced in the whispering winds. Only those who knew the secret of the hidden passage could reveal the path to its heart.

And that was how they were able to drive back to the hideout. The hideout, located in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, was a perfect haven for his gang's operations. The exterior was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, giving no hint of the sophisticated setup inside. The interior was a stark contrast: modern, well-lit, and equipped with the latest technology. Surveillance monitors lined one wall, showing live feeds from various locations. There were several rooms, each serving a different purpose – a planning room, an armory, and a makeshift medical bay.

The seemingly random attacks, the subtle strategic errors that weakened Silvermoon’s defense – it was all part of a larger plan, a coordinated assault orchestrated by an unseen enemy. Her next target was Eldrin, a shadowy figure who had always lingered on the fringes of Silvermoon’s power structures. Eldrin, a master of illusion and deception, was known to possess knowledge of ancient rituals and forbidden magic. She found him residing in a secluded tower overlooking the Silvermoon valley, his residence shrouded in an unnatural fog. He greeted her with a disarming smile, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intelligence.