Caelid Highway North Novels & Stories

The ID badge did most of the talking. He pulled up the log. “Train ID 9-Kappa-Seven. Departed early due to… says here ‘structural instability event.’ Ran hot. Skipped normal holding. Went express to next node.” “What’s the next node?” “Junction Delta-Seven. That’s the DUMB in western Colorado. Deep facility—rumors say it’s connected to NORAD, but that’s all above our pay grade. From there, 9-KS links to long-haul subterranean spine lines—Las Vegas, Groom Lake, Cheyenne Mountain. Even as far as Dulce if you swap rails.”

The open landscape atop the cliffs is far too exposed—if I’m to have any hope of traveling safely, I need to head north along the edge of the woods, if not through them. As I near the trees, I see a two-lane road running along the base of the hills. My recent geography lessons tell me it must be Highway 1, a road I can follow all the way to San Francisco—if I can stay alive, that is. The road is empty, of course. It must be years and years since any vehicles drove upon it. That doesn’t mean it’s not used by walkers…or crawlers…or slithering things.

"The grid's central processing unit has secondary connections that were never documented in the installation specifications. Those connections route to infrastructure positioned approximately three kilometers east of Greyvane, buried at significant depth beneath the eastern hills." "What kind of infrastructure?" "System node. Administrative class. The kind of infrastructure that manages data routing for entire regional sectors. Specifically, this node handles all System data transmission for the northern territories. User authentication, Status updates, Skill registrations, Class assignments. Everything that occurs in the northern sector passes through relay nodes that eventually connect bac

The Seelie spent much of the trip tense and terrified of the death trap he rode in. “I am not thrilled about our road choice either, Highway sixteen is the shortest route to the west coast,” She flicked the flood lamps on. The eidolon, a magical entity attached to Warren on a soul level, shared similar feelings to the Seelie, “The eidolon is getting antsy. Why are there so many spirits?” Plume lowered his voice and spoke in a tone so low, Nerea and Warren had to lean in just to hear him. “We did extensive research on your country. Highway Sixteen was flagged for potential sluagh activity and you do not want to be caught in a storm of sluagh.”

**The Emperor’s Highway – 2130 Hours** The transition from the claustrophobic tunnels to the open air was breathtaking. The *Mammoth* burst from the cliffside, its treads seamlessly locking onto the wide, elevated expanse of the Emperor’s Highway. Built centuries ago to transport massive slabs of marble and Aether-ore from the mountains, the highway was a marvel of brutalist engineering—a road of black stone suspended thirty feet in the air, running parallel to the sweeping expanse of the Valorian Plains. Tristan stood in the observation blister at the top of the train, peering through a set of high-magnification brass binoculars.

Samson said. Alicia nodded while digesting the information she's gotten. Everyday, new information only pop up and not any normal information but strange ones. Indeed, anything under the covers if Lebai's highway is considered a hidden mystery. Plus not anyone would want to drive to Lebai's highway planning to come into Valeria because if they do, they might skip the route. We all know that Lebai's highway uses just straight lane but the road is none other than some mystery where one goes through the road and never returns because history had it that they have been driving on Lebai's highway for the rest of their life... "Should I bring your breakfast to your room?" Alicia asked and Samson r

Fortunately, Ray was a Senna City native and still quite familiar with the landmarks along the route. More importantly, certain sections of the elevated highways rose thirty to forty meters high—far too tall to be swallowed by the snow. They had become natural markers for orientation. "That's Xander Highway. "And that's Prad Mall. "Alright, we're at Tenlix Lake now!" Ray stared ahead. A semicircle of residential towers formed an arc in the distance, but beyond that was nothing but snow—empty and featureless.

He had watched which direction she chose, then taken the faster route. Alec traced the line Corin had drawn. “The maintenance track rejoins the Council road four miles north of the shelter.” “Before Ashford,” Luis said. “Long before it,” Seb answered. The road curved east before turning north again. Rhea’s cut ran behind the ridge and shortened the distance, but the maintenance track was narrower and steeper. A rider who knew it and pushed his horse could still reach the northern road before Myla. Especially if her mare was already tiring.

Either as a live threat he can produce at the hearing or as insurance against what I might do in that room. Or both, Cael said. Can Lena's contact follow the vehicles? They're already on it. Two cars on the highway, maintaining distance. He looked at his phone. The last update puts them on the 97 heading northwest. Northwest from Bend on the 97 came straight toward Portland. Two hours, maybe less depending on where they turned off. He's bringing my father into the city, I said. Or near it.

Buildings gave way to forests, long empty roads, and the kind of silence you only hear far away from people. The farther I drove, the darker the sky became. Somewhere around the third hour, the moon rose above the trees. Full. Bright. Watching. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “Cairos Veylan,” I muttered under my breath. The name felt heavy in my mouth. Whoever he was… whatever he had done to Alara… I was going to find him. And when I did…. The truck sped down the empty road, cutting through the night as the sign finally appeared on the roadside hours later.