Coraline Tunnel Novels & Stories

“She’s awakening! Don’t let her leave this place alive!” But it was too late. Lily spun, grabbed Callum’s arm, and yelled, “Come on!” Together, they bolted down a side corridor. The walls groaned with the force of Lily’s magic, the whole underground prison threatening to collapse. Rocks fell, dust billowed, and the screams of men echoed behind them. As they ran, Dora spoke in Lily’s mind again. “There's a tunnel. Left at the end of the corridor. It leads to the old ceremonial ruins. Trust me.”

Alessio Coraline was fast asleep in my bed while I paced in the living room on the phone, trying to figure out what the hell happened and how she had gotten trapped in the elevator. “We are so sorry, Mr. Castelli. But we had sent out emails that announced to all residents about the scheduled maintenance of the elevators.” The building manager explained, his tone heavy with apology. “We assumed everyone was aware of the temporary shutdown and one service elevator still remained running for emergency usage—”

Chapter 93 The sunlight looked unreal. After years of underground facilities. Steel corridors. Observation rooms. Bloodstained laboratories. The distant patch of gold at the end of the tunnel felt like something from another life. Something none of them were meant to reach. And yet It was there. Waiting. “Twenty meters,” Hale said, glancing at the damaged scanner in his hand. Seraphine didn’t slow down. “Then keep moving.” The tunnel shook violently again. A thunderous roar echoed behind them as another section of the facility collapsed inward.

" He snorts and keeps prying at the gap. With very little effort, the stone eases loose and then prises out entirely. Its neighbours are loose as rotten teeth. "We should call this in." "We'll have to go up top to call. Let's find out what's on the other side first." Torch pointing through the single hole, they peer through to a long corridor stretching into impenetrable darkness. Not a sewer, the floor looks old, made of neatly cut stone flags. "Are those more doors coming off in the distance would you say?" "Could be.... Exits anyway." "Old service tunnels maybe, for the sewers. They can't have wanted to wade everywhere." Above them, a train rumbles roars then passes.

We lit a few rune torches and started down. The walls were covered with rotting moss and old rusty shackles. Every few feet, a different symbol would appear — some I remembered from Sabrina’s lab, some much older. One resembled a shattered crown of thorns. The tunnel opened into a corridor. Then they opened into a ruin which extended under the surface of the earth. The chamber was massive. I couldn’t see the ceiling. The air hummed, as if vibrating against our teeth and fingertips. Bits of runes gleamed on stone pillars spaced like gravemarkers.

“We go left. Risk the collapse. Keep it fast.” No one argued. They moved into the left tunnel, stepping carefully over crumbling stone and the occasional glint of twisted rebar. Pipes ran along the walls and ceiling; many of them burst, bleeding rust onto the floor. The air was heavy, moist, warm, and stale. It tasted like old copper and mold. Echo's voice returned in a whisper. “I'm picking up residual neural patterns. Not active. Old fragments.” “Explain,” Lily said quietly. “Digital echoes. Ghost data left behind by heavy neural traffic. This tunnel was used for early beta tests of deep-sim mapping.”

In most cases, fugitives, vagabonds, and deserters from war went inside to hide. While a majority of the people of Muzagah perished in the war against the Suramites, some had fled in the night to seek succour inside Lala and in the hills, while others had fled to unknown lands. In the dark caves, beast and man shared the same domain. Low sounds of human breaths echoed inside. Fretful noises and chatters followed. That morning, about fifty men emerged through the dark caves, trudging down to its foot. Another four came out from a different cave door. Then three youngsters came out from the rear and walked slowly away from the open door of the cave. They all united on reaching the glade below.

All these people scurrying around to their own destination made the journey to room 3254 quite the battle to get through the halls. Now infront of me stood a white door, equipped with a silver handle. I didn't even realise it, but my hands are quite clammy with my heart racing against time. I suck in one of the deepest breaths I've ever inhaled and just as the door pops open, the cry of a baby triumphs. "It's a baby girl."

“You have become strangely good at ending other people's arguments.” “I have had practice with you.” The eastern tunnel was half buried beneath the remains of the healer house, but Rowan remembered enough of the old structure to find it. Killian and I pulled away the broken stones while Helena watched the surrounding forest and Elaine checked for Hawthorne's guards. The moment the tunnel opened, the scent of silverstone reached me. My wolf recoiled as we climbed underground and entered a narrow corridor lined with abandoned rooms. “What were these?” I asked. Helena did not answer immediately.

“The crown will feed through this net.” Several tunnels branched off—toward the execution ring, the maintenance shaft, and most importantly, the control dais deep within the central spire. Orion’s team splashed through the aqueducts below, and Selene’s group prepared to breach through the servants’ quarters. Now, the catwalk insertion team pressed on.