Castlevania Infinite Corridor Novels & Stories

The pull of the guys’ heartbeats were stronger now, and nothing—trap, ward, or god—was going to stop her from reaching them. Dust sifted down from the ceiling in lazy clouds, curling in the dim light of their conjured flames. They kept moving. The corridor stretched on longer than it should have, too long for what they had seen from the outside. It bent and dipped, but never forked, never changed. Just… endless stone. The silence pressed heavy. No dripping water. No scuttling vermin. No whispers of magic prickling along their skin. Nothing. “Okay,” Chelsea finally muttered, breaking the hush, “this is officially creepier than when the walls tried to eat us. And I do not say that lightly.”

The walls of the corridor seemed even yet when Esmeray looked keenly she noticed stones, stones of various sizes and shapes, each one unique in its own way. The proud stones represented themselves as the protector of the ancient immortals residing between its walls. The floor was carpeted, it was hard to hear any footsteps because of the maroon padded carpet. Countless tiny glass chandlers were hanging from the ceiling of the corridors that were emitting dim light. The dimly lit corridors gave a little creepy feel but guess it was the Vampire Castle so dark and creepy was something that went with it. The Vampires were known for their love of darkness and shadows. It was completely normal for

Marrow exhaled slowly. “We don’t,” Evangeline said. “We let it hear us.” She walked forward, her boots echoing across the cracked marble. With every step, the castle groaned - metal creaking behind the walls, gears turning, the scent of rust and old magic thickening. Then the first trap triggered. A grinding screech erupted as massive steel spikes burst from the floor, blocking the corridor behind them. At the same time, skeletal hands shot from the walls, clawing toward Silas and Rhea - only to freeze an inch before contact.

“What? I’m coping.” Ines kept her tablet raised, its screen flickering with static as the grid warped around them. “Signal’s wild. She’s everywhere down here. Every conduit is a nerve.” Ciro stepped closer to her. “Just keep reading the map.” “I am reading it,” she said. “It’s screaming.” The corridor ahead tightened into a throat of steel, walls embossed with glass squares. At first Liora thought they were vents. Then one flickered. And another. And another.

After several minutes, a faint draft touched Elowen’s face. Corvin paused again at a section of wall where the stone looked smoother. He pressed his palm against it. A low click answered, and a concealed door swung inward. Beyond it lay another corridor, this one lined with old sconces that had not held flame in years. The walls were carved with faded symbols, ravens, crowns and spiral patterns that made Elowen’s skin prickle. Corvin stepped inside, then waited until Elowen followed. He closed the door behind them, sealing the darker tunnel away.

They converged from different directions into the corridor behind her. Elias rose from the front row. His medical kit was already in hand. He quickened his pace to fall in behind her. His gaze lingered a moment on the suppressant patch at her nape. The castle corridor. The wall sconces were still unlit. Only moonlight sliced down from the high windows. It cut the stone floor into alternating bars of silver-grey and deep black. Cain's hand pressed against her shoulder. Not hard. But enough to turn her entire body around to face him. His ice-blue eyes held a faint silver gleam in the dim light.

As he pushed back a bookshelf, revealing another hidden door, the weight of the situation pressed upon me, intensifying the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was as creepy as the basement under the Costello Mansion. I cautiously pushed open the door, my heart pounded in my chest. The sight that lay before me was nothing short of extraordinary. A seemingly endless corridor stretched out in front of me, shrouded in shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of their own. As I cautiously crept along the corridor, my senses heightened, my every step echoing through the eerie silence.

There was a long corridor of around 40x40 meters, which was wide enough for everyone to go in but not for Chaos to transform into a full dragon comfortably. However, Chaos quickly saw through his Flesh Bats that there was a larger area ahead… "There's a large cave ahead, let's hurry," said Chaos, as everyone nodded and the group used their amazing dexterity start to rush through the long corridor, which was around 1 kilometer long. Like meteors of colors, they rushed through the empty corridor with no monsters, weirdly enough, and reached the large cave section, the paved ceilings quickly changing into rocks and many glowing crystals spread through a beautiful cave, its ceiling was several h

“She shouldn’t endure this alone.” “You are not alone either,” the healer said. “You both need each other more than you realize.” I didn’t respond. I stepped back, letting the healer continue tending to her as I forced myself to leave. The castle corridors looked even worse now that the adrenaline had faded. The ceilings sagged in several places, and the walls bore deep scorch marks from Bernatta’s spells. Blood smeared across the floor from the vampires who had been dragged away or carried off before collapsing. The scent was thick and heavy, mingling with dust and smoke.

"Moving into the lower armory corridor." ​Clara closed her eyes for a brief second, her hand coming up to touch the cold black stones of her diamond choker. Even miles apart, the phantom warmth of his possessive grip seemed to linger on her neck, giving her the strength to push through the freezing dread. ​"The armory corridor has three active pressure plates on the floor," Clara warned, her fingers flying across the database she had stolen from the Nautilus-II. "They are linked to high-velocity wall-turrets. You have to bypass them by keeping your weight strictly on the left-hand stone trim. The stone is barely four inches wide, Adrian."