Catacombs Synonym Novels & Stories

The very foundations of the jagged peaks seemed to groan in agony as an ancient, dormant power tore itself from the bowels of the earth. ​"The blood has been spilled," Val whispered, her spear trembling in her grip as she stared into the yawning, pitch-black mouth of the catacombs at the far end of the cistern. ​From the dark abyss, a cacophony of shrieks rose—not the mindless, starving cries of Ferals, nor the disciplined silence of the Shadow-walkers. This was a sound of ancient, ravenous malice. It sounded like an army of the damned clawing its way out of purgatory.

The lower storeys subsided, sinking dangerously and leaving the structures weak; impelling people to face the outside. The cemetery earth opened, and the scent of death and decay flowed freely. The groan of the tombs as they were forced apart resembling the cries and moans of those beneath them. It would be easy for any nearby to think that, as the newly deceased were exposed to the world, jaws slack and gaping in silent screams. A bolt of crimson lightening tore the sky, shredding the clouds and scattering fiery pebbles down below. Cowering in the shade of the skip a hapless vagrant moved as the contents caught alight, dragging himself away only to be struck by another falling ember. He bar

She followed a series of statues along the wall, until she found herself led to a small, narrow staircase. Caitlin descended, twisting and turning, and finally, it lead her into a wide-open, low-ceiling, underground crypt. It was even more solemn down here, with only a few candles burning, and Caitlin could see that this was a mausoleum of some sort. All along the walls, as far as she could see, were sarcophagi. It looked like the perfect place for an ancient vampire coven. Caitlin let her senses take over, and felt herself being led. She walked down the long corridor, in the dank, musty air, passing one sarcophagus after another. Finally, she felt herself wanting to stop before one of them.

But I knew what he meant. “I’m afraid that my people always end up in war, even if it’s not with wolves,” I said honestly. “I don’t think we can take that on, Cazz. I mean… protect against it? Sure. But sit here and try to fix that? I don’t think it’s possible.” His lips twisted like he didn’t agree, but didn’t want to say anything. “Cazz…? What are you—” “You’re right,” He said bluntly. “I just… I wish it weren’t true. And I wonder… I wonder if the catacombs no longer serve our people as they have. I’ve seen it as our fortress. But perhaps… perhaps it has become our place of siege?”