Cavemen Story Novels & Stories

The driver got off and opened the passenger side door and two individuals got out and stood in front of the main building while the driver took their luggage out of the car trunk. Velmont Cavanaugh, standing at a towering height of 6 '5. He is a human but ages slower than others. It’s a thing in their bloodline, as the legend says that one of his ancestors made a deal with a goddess to protect the night creatures against the Blood Hunters and protect ordinary humans from rogue creatures. His face resembles a man in his late 30s. Dark hair, clean-cut, clean-shaven, dark brown eyes, and a physique that could make Roman statues look like they were made by toddlers. In reality, he is 83. A decad

As the lights continue to flicker on, my eyes adjust to my new surroundings…it is some kind of underground cave. The entire place is surrounded by strong stone walls, even as I look back up to the only exit out of here, I see the door being closed…locking Kaia and I in. I walk further down the stone steps, my eyes tracing tribal like markings on the wall…drawings of the White Wolf, of the White Moon pack story. Lies upon lies littered the cave walls. A laugh escapes Darnell as I step back, my back pressing firmly against the stone wall as the

I swallowed, taking another drag as I wracked my brain, trying to think if I had read or heard any of those stories. “How did he find that? I have never heard that story,” Sabastian said, taking a drag himself as Hunter scratched his beard. “That’s because this story isn’t from our time, not even this century. As far as he can tell, the story dates back over 5,000 years.” I swallowed as all three of us turned to look at the woman lying dead on the bed. None of us dared to even breathe. She looked so preserved you would never know how old she was.

I have no time to think about that as he speaks. "I suppose that is what we have decided to call each other. The stories are old and inaccurate but many millennia ago the creation of my species took place and it all started with Kain. He was the first of our kind, a king and no one knows where he came from. He has never spoken of it." Strange. I lived with the vampire king for god knows how long and was oblivious as to who he was and what he was capable of. A chill skitters down my spine at how defenseless I was with him and how many opportunities anyone would've had to kill me.

"He loved us. That's different." They walked deeper into the cave. The paintings grew more detailed, telling a story without words. The First Wolf, alone in a empty world. His loneliness, so vast it threatened to consume him. His decision to create companions, not from nothing but from what already existed. Wolf and human. Flesh and spirit. Two halves becoming whole.

"Take me to her." The journey to the eastern mountains took three days. The cave was hidden behind a waterfall, its entrance narrow and dark. Inside, the walls were covered in ancient carvings, scenes of wolves and worlds and moments that had been preserved for eternity. "She was here," I whispered. "I can feel her presence." The elders guided me deeper into the cave. At its center was a chamber filled with scrolls, thousands of them, each one containing a story that had been recorded and preserved. "The Chronicler's collection," an elder said. "She spent her entire life gathering these stories. She believed that no story should ever be forgotten."

“Well, tell me. I’m all ears.” He gave me a nod. “Fine. Now, people like us, hide in caves. The caves are measured by width and height, and they are also measured by smell. If any cave has a smell like burnt powder, no one is in there. But anyone who has a smell like gunpowder, someone is there. Now, to the untrained eye, you would get in there and just think it might be natural gases, but we actually made those kinds of things to be possible.”

Instead, right below the rocky outcrop we stand on, is a massive ravine, gorged into the mountain leading all the way out to the horizon. Grabbing a hold of Cian’s arm tightly, I push away from the edge of the cliff, wary of the slipping rocks that scatter down into the jagged bottom of the ravine. "I haven't seen my brother in many years, but it's not easy to predict how he is going to react,” Cian exclaims as I awkwardly let go of him. He gestures for me to follow him into the mouth of what appears to be a man made cave. Cloudy lanterns are etched into the walls, lighting the stony path we walk down. I hate to know what entices someone, especially an immortal to choose here to live.

However, it was always considered a laughing matter. "Your grade is perfect. Is it still less?" wonder Crystall. "What about telling a story? Yesterday, I heard you tell Celine something to broaden her imagination," offer Noel. "Woah. You meant to? You think I bribed the professor to get good grades?" Celine is annoyed. Noel shuddered unconsciously, leaning against his chair, "It's possible." "Well, I'll tell you a story that inspired Celine's painting," Crystall took the book out of her purse and looked one by one at her students, especially Noel, "This story is about a mermaid, and a handsome man who found her in a coral cave."