Caving Stories Novels & Stories

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

Rave said, smiling. Hand in hand, they walked deeper into the cavern. Leesa had been hoping this cave might be like some she had seen pictured in books, filled with glittering crystal formations, sharp pointed stalactites and stalagmites, and maybe even an underground river or stream. They found none of that in here, however, even when they ventured farther into the cavern than Rave had ever gone. The passage twisted and turned, usually descending at a gentle grade and occasionally ascending, but it was always the same—rough walls and ceiling fashioned of uneven, gray and brown stone. Now and then tiny crystals embedded in the rock gleamed under her magical light, but it was nothing more tha

Michael’s Point of View I hate caves. Nothing good happens in caves. History has proven this repeatedly. Lost civilizations? Caves. Giant spiders? Caves. Things whispering in languages I don’t understand? Also caves. And yet—here I am again, following Trixie into certain death like I don’t have better hobbies. The entrance swallows us whole, and the second the light from outside fades, that old familiar panic claws its way up the back of my throat. Nope. Not happening. I’m not doing this again.

Days passed, and the land became riddled with holes. Then, finally, we found something. Beneath the layers of earth, we uncovered an underground karst cave—an empty cavern where Jack had fallen. The moment I saw it, my heart pounded with renewed hope. Torch in hand, I didn’t hesitate. I jumped in. The cave stretched into a vast, shadowed expanse. Towering stone pillars supported the cavern, their jagged edges dripping with water from the recent rains. Stalagmites jutted from the ground like frozen spears, and the floor was slick with shallow pools. The air was damp, thick with the scent of stone and earth.

“I think the word you have for it would is History. It sits on this place like the mountain itself.” “You are right there, and maddening that you should know it so easily. These caverns and tunnels are no thing of our making. They were here long before us and housed people that we know nothing of and have no knowledge to there coming or leaving other then the mysteries and danger, the marvels of the tunnels all around us. If you hadn’t noticed Hunter, it’s getting warmer the farther we travel into the mountain. There are also not enough lamps to light the tunnels, yet they shine like the son reflected from the sky.”

“I know where the cave is” “What?” “The cave that Carlos and the girl shared in the story” “I asked the caretaker and she said there’s small waterfalls inside the mountain. I bet we can find the cave there” she explained. “You don’t think it’s a story invented to promote this place?” Daniel challenged her. “No, I asked about Carlos or the girl and no one knows about them” she sounded convinced. “Let’s just go, Daniel. If there’s no cave, then I’ll accept the story as it is”

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

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.

“Let’s move quickly.” The cave seemed to stretch interminably into the mountain. I couldn’t make out the end of it—just darkness. The sound of our footsteps was the only noise save for the occasional drip of water. But the further we progressed, the more the cave opened up. Even our flashlight beams couldn’t fully illuminate the cavernous space, and all I could think about were strange spirits and creatures living in the cracks and crevices.

Before she could pull the pants down, Jaden slowly pushed her on the bed, ran his tongue over her lips, and made his way into her… In Perth City, on a hillside, there's a cave that is dark and dreary. The only sound that can be heard in it is the continuous dripping of water from the stalactites. The air is thick with humidity, and it would be difficult for humans without powers to breathe normally inside the cave. The darkness is so thick that it's impossible to see more than a few feet in front of you. The cave looks like a sanctuary in the storm, a calm place to regroup and become stronger.