Cavemen Story Novels & Stories

It is no coincidence that the egg has that shape and protects the being that is going to be born . The Cave of Voronina is a sample of what that Intraterrestrial kingdom is. It is just the beginning of a vestige of colossal and advanced civilization. We do not know our planet in its solid interior or in the depths of its oceans ... The mysterious dark"clad man visited the store again. He observed the details and listened carefully to everything Estela commented. He dared to ask her about her family and she quickly replied, "I am not fortunate to have children and I am a widow." I dedicate myself entirely to my creations " And you? " I'm head of the eastern police command ... " Excellent! I a

In fact, vampires can love more completely and fully than humans ever thought possible, and when we surrendered ourselves to it, it was complete. Anyway, we were in the swamp one night after a raid and Fredrick and I just came back from a hunting trip with plenty to eat for everyone. No one questioned our methods. They only knew that there was food to fill their bellies, regardless of the source. Acantha and I cut up the meat, placed it on a spit, and roasted it over the fire for the men. "So you and Fredrick aren't ... um ... seeing each other?" Acantha whispered low, her lips curled up into the same devilish smile.

He started, "In my dreams, we were in a flowering field. I had just woken up and was sat in the very center, surrounded by blue orchids. Not too far away from me was you, stood still with tears running down your face but the brightest smile I've ever seen as you watched the flowers around your feet whiter away. I ran to you, to try to help however I could. As I approached the flowers that were dying began to bloom, and your tears stopped. I reached out to you and woke up from the dream to see Hunter hunched over me in shock in that cave." "You've been unconscious this whole time, all these years you've been in the cave?" "Years? He left home a couple of weeks ago, how could he have been he f

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

“Through poacher territory, believe it or not.” “We found a waterfall, and behind it... a cave,” I continue, feeling a chill run up my spine as I recount the experience. I’ll probably be reliving it for a long time to come. “A cave full of these bad boys. Artificial lights, the whole setup.” John’s eyes grow wider with each passing second that I tell the fragments of our story. “So you… stole from poachers?” he asks once we’ve finished. I nod, maybe a little more excitedly than I mean to. “Look, I know it’s bad,” I begin, “but—”

"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.