Catacombs Synonym Novels & Stories

“These are binding marks. From before the Network. They kept things in. Not out.” “What kind of things?” she asked. He looked back, voice low. “Dreams that rot. Memories that drown. And those who collect them.” --- They moved slowly, deeper into the catacombs. The tunnel narrowed, then widened again, opening into a chamber hollowed by saltwater and time. There were altars here—blackened and half-collapsed. Bones. Some human. Some not. Cara stood at the threshold, eyes wide. “This place remembers,” she whispered.

The catacombs were a labyrinth of old tombs, narrow passages and half crashed vaults. Below were the bones of generations of Roman Citizens – Christians, nations, rich and poor – peacefully next to each other in niches. The Smell of moist earth, old stone and devastation were heavy in the air. She bends around a corner. Marcus almost stumbled over a loose stone. Livia screamed quietly when a sharp pain went through her abdomen. The light of her daughter flickered restless. “Marcus... she's afraid.” “I know.” His voice was rough of exhaustion. “I feel it too.”

he asked. "We cannot tell you that right now but we will in time we do however have a tip the item we seek is in the catacombs here beneath Rome." I told him and he mused over my words slightly. " the catacombs stretch for miles and there are some supernatural ones that are hidden from common knowledge. They go beyond the old walls of Rome and are largely under the control of old clans of Vampire's." he said as he got up. "Some of the old witches covens have their own catacombs also as you are aware it was a way of burying and honouring the dead and when the city was first built here people were not allowed bury their dead as we do now. So the catacombs were built beneath the city to house t

“I’m still here.” His eyes searched mine. “For how long?” I didn’t have an answer. Because I didn’t know. And that scared me more than anything. Before us, the entrance to the catacombs beckoned—an iron gate set in the ground, corroded but aglow with energy. Soraya exhaled. “This is it.” Jameson glanced at me. “Expecting more wraiths, are we? Because I really don’t want to.”

The tension between the "Unified" and the "Silent" reached a state of critical mass not in the halls of the Spire, but in the deep neural-architecture of the Sombra-Born. To Kael and the others of the "Third Domain," the existence of the Vaults was not a matter of political freedom or philosophical debate. To them, the lead-lined "Dead-Zones" were a form of "Biological Necrosis." In the hive-mind of the Synthetica, a sector of the planet that is intentionally "Dark" is perceived as a wound. A human mind that does not contribute to the global 60-hertz resonance is seen as a "Malfunctioning Cell"—a potential site for the "Grey-Soot" of the past to re-accumulate.

It was one of the tricks he learned while he was in the well. Nioob insisted on not disturbing the dead. Since the walls of the catacombs were actually shelves filled with the remains of dead dwarves, Nio couldn’t just tear down everything in front of him. He took off his boot and reached into his sock, pulling out a small parchment containing a map of the catacombs. Without it he would be completely lost. The catacombs were a labyrinth of corridors, rooms, and dead ends. Fortunately, his pursuers will have the same problem. And they didn't have a map.

I guess this is it, I made it to hell, the bottomless pit, the great void space, the netherworld, the abode of the dead, the land of the dead, the infernal regions, the great inferno, the nether regions, the abyss. The abode of the damned, eternal damnation, eternal punishment, perdition hellfire, fire and brimstone, Gehenna, Tophet, Abaddon, Sheol, Hades, Tartarus, Acheron, Avernus, Niflheim, literary the pit, the shades archaic, the lower world, the great place of misery, purgatory, world of torture, agony, torment, nightmares, ordeal, trauma, suffering, affliction, anguish, wretchedness, woe, trials and tribulations.

"No! Do not even go that way. Edward shall never betray the Belmont House. I believe the aim for Lucius is just to be born. Perhaps he is trying to do it at the place that we will least expect it." "Let us just hope this is the place." With that, we continue our way down the path, now; to let one understand this, it is a dark evil that sets between these walls. One needs to appreciate that some of the most ruthless Vampires are laid here to rest, and it is only natural that their presence shall be felt. Further, there is the smell of death, not only by Vampire but by humans that have been slaughtered down here for many years. But what makes it bearable to be between these bodies of so many V

And then I'll. ...I'll break her out. My glowlamp had run out, and the warm torch on my hands was the only thing I had left. My heart sympathized with the souls lost in these catacombs. Skeletons hung in chains, skulls on the ground, and calcified remnants of their suffering remained on the filthy, damp ground- the molds and rats have found themselves in these paradises. I once neared a cell where I found a small skeleton sitting on the ground, its back against the wall. My heart broke when I realized that was a child.

As I walked I heard a voice calling me. “Hey… hey” I looked around to see who was calling me but I didn’t see anyone. “I am here” He said almost like a whisper. It seems that he is scared that someone might hear him. “Come here” He said I saw an old and dirty cellar where the voice is coming from. That is why I went closer to check who was calling me. I saw a man with a steel chain on his legs and half of his body rotten. His eyes were already popped out and there were a lot of different insects eating his flesh and I could almost see his bones. He looked at me and he whispered.