A Stone Is Dropped Into A Deep Well Novels & Stories

But before she could speak, something beneath their feet moved. A deep groan rolled through the chamber. The floor trembled. Dust drifted from the vaulted ceiling. Everyone froze. The sound came again. Far away. Deep beneath them. A massive stone mechanism shifting somewhere in the unmapped depths of the archive. Then came the unmistakable sound of stone striking stone. A door. A very large door. It slammed shut. The impact thundered through the underground complex. Once. Twice. Then the echo traveled through the tunnels, growing fainter until it disappeared completely.

Lena quickly turned away, and despite everything, I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched my mate undress. “Be careful,” I said as he approached the edge of the pool. “We don’t know how deep it is, or if there are currents.” Elijah gave me a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Agnes. It doesn’t look too far down.” With that, he dove into the water. The pool swallowed him up, his form becoming a dark shape below the surface as he kicked his way deeper. I watched anxiously as he swam toward the gleaming object, my heart pounding in my chest. The seconds ticked by, feeling like hours. Elijah reached the ledge and seemed to be examining the stone, perhaps checking for traps or triggers.

Elijah said and we went to the well he was talking about. When I saw it up close, it became familiar to me. The well is surrounded by a meter-high layer of rocks. The rocks are dry to look at. There is also a big hole in the upper curved arch that serves as a rope for the big bucket that will take water from the bottom. I didn't touch the stones because I knew they were hot. I looked at the bottom of the well, but I couldn't see anything because the bottom was so dark. "We'll check if there is water," Rafi said and he took a stone from the sand and threw it inside the well.

“You’re standing on a trap!” Adrenaline slammed into me almost immediately I tried to move, tried to jump back but it was too late. The crack split wider under my weight. The floor groaned and before I could process it gave way completely. “Stone!!!” Rodger’s scream echoed in my ears as the ground vanished beneath me, and the world dropped out from under my feet and I fell down into the abyss.

A vast shower of stones shot down from the sky, as if a rainstorm made of rock were falling. They plunged at tremendous speed. These were kinetic stones to begin with, already moving at nearly twenty meters per second. Dropping from a height of ten meters only accelerated them further. Ray then opened the spatial portal flush against the roof. As the stones fell back into the portal one after another, they were accelerated yet again. All he had added was the kinetic energy converted from another ten meters of potential energy. It didn't seem like much—but that wasn't the point.

Soon enough, they uncovered the round cover of a well. The cover of the well was different from those found in the city. It looked ancient and was extremely heavy. No one could lift it with their own strength. Wilbur wove the rope he had brought through the hole on top of the cover, tying a firm knot. Everyone picked up the rope and pulled it together and were finally able to lift the stone cover off. Upon doing so, everyone saw that the stone cover was actually almost twenty centimeters thick. Vernon squatted down, examining the cover with a frown. "What's this? Why is there a huge stone lid here?"

Garrett whispered, his grip tightening like a vise. ​Directly above them, the absolute core of the mountain gave one final, earth-shattering pop, and the entire ceiling, thousands of tons of ancient stone ledgers, iron gears, and boiling gold ink, dropped cleanly into their vision, obliterating the light.

Weldon replied, "Must have been a stone." However, after a long time, there was no sound of the stone landing. Chad exclaimed, "Is it that deep? Why can't we hear the sound of it landing?" Weldon remained silent. Chad suddenly realized the problem. The fragrance of perfume was in the air, suggesting the presence of a woman. Then Weldon said, "Fifty meters!" "What do you mean?" Chad asked. "I mean, the water reservoir in the air-raid shelter is 50 meters deep. At the bottom, there's often an underground river."

Tons of jagged rock and ancient earth rain down from the ceiling, threatening to bury us alive in the pitch-black subterranean cavern. The sound is absolute, a tectonic grinding of stone against stone that drowns out the arachnid’s final, dying screeches. Dust clouds thick enough to choke a full-grown wolf billow through the air, turning the cavern into a claustrophobic hellscape of falling debris.

I gently cupped it and pulled it out. Now Even though it was removed from the hole, it still poured water continued to pour out. The stone was dark blue-green and looked like it held a whole planet worth of water. My plan was to swallow it, but I got curious. I wondered what would happen if I dropped it in the pool. I let it slip through my fingers, and it plopped in.