Cavemen Story Novels & Stories

As one goes deeper inside the Cavern, these beasts would grow more cunning, and venomous. Creed's Solar Plexus Saturation tally has reached 30 points now. However, he had run out of most of the places to hunt in the nearby vicinity and now wanted to test this place out. These caverns were famous for being the territory of all kinds of the beast. If one goes deeper in the cave, eventually, a dangerous beast is bound to appear. Creed didn't have to search for the beasts who were on the Solar Plexus stage because he already bought the map.

After what felt like an eternity, a distinct, ancient voice began to emerge from the cacophony. "You seek answers," it rumbled, resonating with authority and age. "Come closer, children of the present, and witness a tale from ages past." Drawn to its call, we ventured deeper into the cave, each echo guiding us closer to the heart of the story. The very walls seemed to pulse with anticipation, eager to share their long-held secrets. But as the tale began to unfold, we quickly realized that this was no ordinary story. It was a memory, a chapter from the Veiled Haven's history that would change everything we thought we knew.

If Caden noticed the change, he pretended he didn’t, letting her carry on. “Remember this morning when you and Andy found me and Janet a little shook after our walk?” “Yeah.” “Something happened.” “I knew it!” Caden sounded victorious, as if a little kid. “We discovered the caves which Khama mentioned about.” “The cave with the rocks with ancient symbols?” “Yeah. Me and Janet went for a walk and ended up near some caves. We assumed it might be those caves and decided we would go and see it ourselves.” “And you went in alone?”

The Cave(An underground Mansion) The Cave is a cave that has been renovated over the years to become a Mansion. It started as the word Cave then moved up to a Cave that has rooms and a drawing room. And as the years passed and technology developed it moved up to be a great Mansion. The Alpha (Damon's father) and all his ancestors had made sure of that. .................................. Two of the most feared elders of the Wolf pack were sitting in a room watching the news.

I let my hair fall on the other side of the wall, where the maids began working on them immediately. “Now, it’s time to answer all your questions.” Kenna sat on the throne only a few feet away. “But first, it’s time to tell you a story.” “A story?” I asked with renewed curiosity. The bath made all the tension seep out of my body. “Yes.” She smiled. “A story about the genesis of the world, of Gods and Devils and the beginning of the vampire race.” “Your Highness, do you mind if I tell the story?”

Looping my arm through his as he supports me until I’m able to walk on my own instead of like Bambi on ice. We walk through the corridors and out into a vast area with a bonfire in the middle and wolves mill about, some doing their chores while others chat. “Where is this place?” I ask him and we stop. “This place is our home. We are inside a cavern in the mountain. Noone has ever found us here unless you know where to look.” He tells me and I nod as curious eyes follow us. When I hear a loud booming laugh and stop dead still. I know that laugh.

"Come on. I must show you something. Clara got up and put the picture in her pocket. Aware of the other creatures observing, she trailed Marcus through the main cavern. None of them came close, but their pale eyes followed her every step. They went further down into the ground. Here, the passageways were rougher and narrower. As if they had been hastily carved. Water trickled down from the ceiling, gathering in shadowy, mirror-free ponds. At last, they arrived at a tiny room. There were carvings all over the walls. Not symbols like the ones Clara had seen before. These were pictures. Stories carved in stone. Marcus ran his hand over one of the carvings. "Do you know what these are?" Clara sh

He reasoned "I don't know how I can still breathe and talk. I saw...I saw the cave.... It sits deep in the Mountain, away from all the trails, its hidden behind a cove of twisted trees... The entire rock wall is black... I - I never should of gone in there, inside, theres a fire... bright purple like a deep bruise.. it's...alive.. The things gather there, that's where they go. There's so many of them.. The cave, its magic." She listened, hanging on every word the man said to her.. Okay, clearly he's crazy, a magic cave... he thinks he's dead, he's dehydrated and delusional.. she thought to herself, thankful to have an explanation for his erratic behaviour. He was shaking, his eyes continued

“Our squad leader, Sergeant Collins, signaled for us to move in. As we entered the cave, the darkness swallowed us whole. Our flashlights barely pierced the blackness, revealing ancient carvings on the walls that looked out of place, almost like they belonged to a different time. My heart was pounding, but I kept telling myself it was just another mission. “Then, we heard a deep, guttural growl that echoed through the cavern. We froze. The sound wasn’t human, nor was it any animal I’d ever encountered. Before we could react, a massive figure emerged from the shadows. It stood at least 12 feet tall, with fiery red hair and six fingers on each hand. Its eyes glowed, yes literally glowed, with

Leo said, his voice a awed whisper. The cave was not dark. The walls were covered in glowing moss, but it wasn't the moss that was glowing. It was the paintings. They were ancient, crude, powerful images drawn with luminescent fungi and colored minerals. They told a story. The first images showed the birth of the world from a single, shining seed—a Genesis Seed, just like their own. It showed the first people, who were not people at all, but beings of pure sound and light, weaving the world's song with their voices.