Villains Hideout Crossword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Only if the true Alpha was alive. “Did Victoria know this location? Its easy to track down this place. I don’t think she’s dumb not to know that.” “Victoria wouldn’t dare. As much as she hated the rogues, she cannot afford uprising. But they are waiting for this moment,” Ellen smirked mockingly. I thought the rogue’s hideout was somewhere in the dense part of the jungle which was right. Only they are living under. Their exit to the underground world was a cave and it lies deep in the jungle where most of the predators are lurking. We waited for their leader’s confirmation to get inside since I’m a new face.

“So what if it is? We let them kill innocent people? Or do you want me to step in and let them have their way? Is that it?” “Of course not.” He held my gaze. “We outsmart them.” I breathed hard, fire burning in my lungs. I didn’t want to be held down. I didn’t want to wait to listen, but a part of me that was a leader that needed to protect her people waited and listened for a possible solution. “What do you know?” I asked. “Their hideout. I had my men watch out just in case something like this happened. And I was right. They have two hideouts. And both places are isolated and deep in the forest, the Rym Hollow and the Ravine.”

Patricia vowed. *** Somewhere hidden. The dark room held so many secret. Three figures sat on the cold marble floor with a glass of tequila and a bottle of vodka on the floor. Their eyes red as though in flamed. In their centre was a map, unfolded. Patiently waiting for his arrival, they kept drinking. Their hideout was in a remote place in Philadelphia. An hideout in a charity house. No one knew that under the staircase of the non governmental charity house was an undercover house, a secret hideout for professional, sooth after criminals.

“She could be in one of those.” “Talk.” Xander sounded impatient as he sat in front of him and crossed his legs. “I wouldn’t want to waste my time on you but it would make our search for Sera faster, I’d gladly give you some of my attention.” He gently slid the knife’s blade on his face so the man trembled in fear. “Now talk and stop wasting any more of my time, okay?” “They have three hideouts!” The man’s lips trembled as he spoke. “The first one is found in an underground basement in the abandoned house in the slums. The next one is found in the underground basement of a boutique in the shopping district.”

* Lilith took out the pictures, pinning them to the wall before us. “This is the location,” she said. All I could see was…sand. “A dessert?” I questioned. “Yes, a dessert. The Circle’s hideout is underground.” “It’s too random,” Logan said. “I need something…unique. Something that makes this location stand out.” “Look at the sand; it’s different…lighter.” she said, and Logan focused on that. “There’s also the little desert plant by the side.” I pointed out. “Also, this part—” she pointed to the photo in the middle, “It’s more…”

He came back a few seconds later and yanked me up by the arm, dragging me toward a corner of the warehouse that barely qualified as private. I made a mental note of everything as we walked. Rusted machinery, cracked walls, piles of empty crates—it gave the classic villain hideout vibes. But then, just as I crouched down, pretending to pee, my eyes caught something. I saw a faded sign on one of the walls. The address ended with Rho Milan, Italy and that made my stomach feel like a bottomless pit.

"The final Tether isn't hidden in a jungle or a mountain." I looked at the coordinates written in dried blood. "It's under the Vatican," I breathed, my eyes widening. "They hid a Void anchor directly beneath the holy seat of the human world."

“Please give this number to Kevin, just in case,” Andrew chuckled. “Sure. Now, please take a rest, Camille.” The hallway swayed slightly in Jazzlyn’s vision as she walked in the hotel. The alcohol made everything a little hazy that made her steps uneven. She glanced at her keycard again—Room 369. The numbers of the door were blurring together, she even blinked to steady her vision. She reached door 366, and it was staring back at her. In her daze, it looked like 369. The nine seemed to twist into a six in her mind, and she didn't think twice.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

We followed his advice after I threatened to deal the hell outta him if his advice eventually turned out to be fake or if he was just playing pranks on us. "The hideout." He said as we marched confidently towards the place. Hades was going to give up the ghost today. I said it and I meant it. I could now sniff her scent so strongly that I had to pause and point in a direction. It seemed like that was where the scent had leaked into the atmosphere. "That's the hideout. She must be there!" I slightly raised my voice but I didn't want anyone to know of this yet, so I instructed my warriors to surround this small uncompleted building called the hideout.