A Stone Is Dropped Into A Deep Well Novels & Stories

Not long after, the carvings on the well began emitting a faint light as the well itself began changing shape. "Wow, it seems this well is truly extraordinary!" Adrian exclaimed. "Indeed. You're so smart, Adrian. You figured out its secret so quickly. Otherwise, we would’ve thought this was just an ordinary well," Brandon said. "It's nothing, we're all in this together," Adrian replied modestly. As they spoke, the ancient well completed its transformation. It turned into a tunnel leading deep underground, resembling a monster with its maw wide open, inviting them to explore its depths.

Something was pulling them beneath the ground. E.J slowly walked towards the three men. While walking the ground beneath his feet disappeared it left a whole of a meter circumferece with a depth of unknown. The depth of the ground could not be known or even measured. Soon lavas erupted from the hole. Wtf! Nathaniel cursed seeing the lava coming out from the hole of E.J's footstep.

Emitting a bright light, Gerald could feel the power within the stone, even from afar. “What a truly amazing object!” muttered Gerald to himself, overjoyed. However, the moment he was about to take the water repellent stone, Gerald’s ears suddenly heard the sound of a rope being dropped from one of the upper tunnels. …A person? Seconds later, Gerald heard as the unknown person began sliding down the rope. With that, Gerald quickly hid in a corner to see who it was.

The depth of the pool was about 50 meters. At the bottom of the pool, a fist-sized milky white stone emitted a cold and hazy white light. It was exactly a Cold Stone of Fantasy. Chu Xun held the stone in his hand effortlessly, ignoring the piercing chill from the stone that could freeze people into ice cubes, and swam upward along the way. "Bang!" The surface of the pool exploded, and Chu Xun jumped up to the poolside with his clothes dry. Looking at the stone in his hand, Chu Xun smiled. It was really troublesome for him to not have a storage space.

"Did you catch that sound?" The noise was so loud that one of them could not ignore the oddity. "Nah, you're just tipsy and hearing things," dismissed the other, taking another swig of his drink. The stone ceiling above was solid; no one was going to tumble down from there. … Crash! A shadow plummeted, kicking up a cloud of dust and sending pebbles flying. "Man, that's a drop. That has to be over forty-six meters," Alexander muttered.

I try to flail my arms, to grab onto something, anything, but it's too late. I fall, down, down, down, into the depths of the well, the walls rushing past me in a blur. The air is knocked out of my lungs as I hit the water, the shock of the impact making my head spin. I scream, but my voice is muffled by the water, my cries for help echoing off the cold, damp walls of the well. The darkness closes in around me, a suffocating shroud that threatens to consume me whole. I try to swim, to paddle towards the surface, but my body feels heavy, weighed down by the poison coursing through my veins.

“I am not nothing. You underestimate me. You always have.” Elianna’s lips curled into a vicious smile. “Then let us see how long your defiance lasts.” me The Well’s Secret A sound broke the tense silence. It was faint at first, like the distant echo of water dripping in a cavern. Then it grew louder, a hollow resonance rising from the well’s depths. The three of them froze, their eyes drawn to the mossy mouth. The air seemed to thicken. The ground beneath their feet vibrated faintly, as though something deep below had stirred.

A holy object that didn't need to feel. "They’re sealing us in, Mommy," Leo murmured. His voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a mile-deep well. "They say the rock needs to stay cold so the wells don't dry up. They say if you wake up all the way, the dome will fall."

I stood, swaying, feeling the low heel of my boots sink into sludge, dead leaves, crawling things, the wet dirt at the bottom of the well. “Goddess...” I murmured like a prayer, staring up at the rope with the metal hook hanging many feet over my head. The shine of steel was the only thing that stood out in all that black. I had to reach it. My only way out was to climb... but how? I stretched out my hands, groping around for any ledge in the stones near the base. A grimace twisted my face as every kind of nasty texture slid under my fingers. The slime of moss and plants clinging to the rocks told me the water down here probably rose now and then from the depths of this death trap.

Vines curled around it, pulsing faintly with silver light under the moon’s glow. The Weeping Rock. I stepped closer, and the wind fell utterly silent. Then, the letter in my hand began to burn. I gasped, dropping it—but it didn’t fall. It disintegrated into glowing ash that spiraled toward the stone like fireflies. They danced, swirling, then sank into a crack in the rock. The vines withdrew. A groan shuddered through the earth. The stone cracked wider, revealing a narrow tunnel descending underground. A warm, golden light flickered from within.