Cavemen Story Novels & Stories

If he dies in the horse's consciousness, he also dies in real life. Laurin quietly approaches the cave. He sneaks in and tries to acclimatized to the limited light in there. The chamber is large and deep. At the front of the opening are boulders from a rockfall further up the mountain. A few meters in dark coarse walls are decorated with pale white rune symbols and cave paintings from the past. The Brook Horse has lived a long life and the paintings extend from the time of cavemen to the present time.

She tapped him from his shoulder and checked if the wounds had healed. William turned around and found the tired old woman in front of him. "When I was young, my father told stories about how the hunter tribe came here. Our tribe came from a place where food was scarce. They looked far and wide, searching for a place they could call home. One day, the runes provided instructions and guided them to this mountain. The hunters celebrated and began to settle in. As the hunters began to feel at home, they received a grim reading from the runes: it says that the mountain welcomed them, but this cave never be visited by the living. Only the devil seeks it. Since then, the hunters won't enter this c

Listening to this deafening and awful sounds made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't know how long I was here, cause the cave was always dark.. The creatures gave me food, and water but I couldn't digest any of things into my stomach, not after seeing human remains everywhere, so eating food in this damned cave would make me throw up.. As if that wasn't enough to make one crazy, There was a strong stench of black oil in the cave, the substance pops out from the ground and these Monsters sometimes used it to bath or use it to make fire sometimes to roast the human flesh they eat.. I was getting weak, and tired, I just wished I could just die.. Being unable to eat, sleep or do practically anyt

"It was not an easy climb but to find something as beautiful as this place at the centre of a mountain was a miracle. It was the perfect place for us because it was secluded and because of the geographical structure and the air pressure here, humans wouldn't venture here so easily. Plus, the place was overflowing with edible plants. We didn't know about the cave until six months later. We had already built a small infirmary and slightly stable houses to sleep in. Kendall, an idiot who loved stones and whatnots, did something and boom, the wall opened like a door." "Wow." I nodded. We've gathered that a certain group of people lived here possibly a millennia ago. And, get this, they were Lyca

"I’m here because the Iron Trust is coming for all of us." ​The Den of the Discarded ​Kane led them through a narrow crack in the basalt pillar that opened into a vast, cool cavern hidden beneath the salt. It was a primitive paradise, subterranean springs fed small patches of green moss, and the air was filled with the sound of running water. There was no tech here. No servers. No glowing screens. Just dozens of wolves living as their ancestors had. ​But the welcome was anything but warm. The Rogues gathered in the central chamber, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and deep-seated resentment.

We came here with a couple of Gamma warriors, and also Damon’s Beta Larry. I took down some drawings and pictures as we walked through. Camille does seem to be having a good time. She smiled genuinely and laughed happily. It made me wonder why she is so harsh to me. “Lara why don’t you tell Camille the history of the cave.” Damon said as we walked futher into the museum. We were now at the further side where a cave is attached to the building— The museum was built attached to the cave.

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. “Fuck,” I muttered.

So I popped up against my pillows, letting myself relax my tense muscles, even though my mind kept telling me that this was all just a nightmare and when I would wake up, I would still be inside my house, beaten half to death and taken advantage of by my father’s people, and Caleb and his friends would just go back to being high school bullies that were plain mean people and not…animals. “How about I tell you a story instead?” I looked up at Caroline then, watching her with narrowed eyes as she gave me a concerned look. She went to the opposite side of the room and sat down on a chair placed near the open window. The moon was almost full outside the window and I was actually startled at just

Adrian was standing beside me, his golden eyes scanning the carvings. "Adrian." "These images. They tell a story." I walked toward the wall. I studied the carvings. They showed a people—tall, graceful, luminous. They showed cities of light. They showed machines that defied imagination. Then they showed the virus. A dark tide, spreading across the land. The people fought. They failed. The cities fell. The civilization crumbled. But a few survived. They fled. They hid. They waited. And they passed their genetics down.

Mango looked at the cave in front of her and felt that it was somewhat familiar. This cave looks almost the same as the one we fell into. "When Henry heard Mango's words, he quickly said, ""My parents said that there are many caves in our village that are connected to each other. They said that everyone opened up these caves back then in order to avoid any disasters they may happen. It was left behind by our ancestors. At the very beginning, our ancestors came here to escape the war and live in seclusion. It became what it is now after many generations."""