Coraline Tunnel Novels & Stories

He asked but got no response I didn’t answer. He didn’t need to know. He didn’t deserve it. We took him blindfolded. Not that it would’ve helped. The tunnel we used wasn’t on any blueprint. You had to step precisely thirteen tiles along the west corridor wall, press a panel hidden behind an unmarked bookcase, then enter a voice command through a cold terminal Logan and I built by hand. From there, it was a vertical descent. Four stories straight down. Air got thinner.

Corwin’s favorite move was letting you think you had the advantage—right before he pulled the floor from beneath your feet. Which is why I kept one spell held in reserve. A last-resort locator seal. If I went missing or dead, it would activate and send a shock through the entire Riddle estate. It wouldn’t save me. But it might save whoever came next. At the third junction, we stopped. The tunnel ahead was empty. Too empty. Perfect symmetry. Polished stone. Nothing natural ever looked that deliberate. It was a door. Not a physical one. Not enchanted in the usual way.

Small, medium to large. At first glance it feels like an earthquake. In the next split second, small to large cracks appeared, the ground splitting into several pieces. Several large gaps appeared to the bottom, revealing a streak of red smoldering light within. And without realizing it, Luca managed to destroy the barrier made by the Skarsgards. Leona screamed loudly when she saw the Alpha almost fall into the huge gaping hole behind him. Luca was about to dash – to save him, however, Loui had already approached – to grab the Alpha and take him to the other side which he felt was safe.

They slowly made their way down the path It had pointed out, a narrow and dim corridor where the light from the fish tanks was much weaker, making the atmosphere even more somber. They arrived at a new zone with a sign that read "Submarine Tunnel." It was a large glass tunnel that stretched out as if it were taking them deep into the ocean. The surrounding dark blue water was filled with unfamiliar deep-sea creatures. Some fish had eyes that glowed in the dark; others had bizarre shapes, as if they had escaped from a nightmare.

“He died protecting secrets. I’m here to burn them down.” When the elevator doors opened, we stepped into a long-forgotten part of Miami. Cracked tiles. Rusted metal gates. And silence that hummed with buried sins. Coral Tower had been built atop one of the first subway expansions—abandoned before it ever saw passengers. The perfect hiding place. Victor guided me through a maintenance corridor, our footsteps echoing. My senses were sharp. Trigger-finger ready. “Right here,” he said, stopping before a concrete wall smeared with graffiti. “There’s a pressure plate. It unlocks a mechanism underground.”

I shouted to Kaela over the sirens. Kaela was already at the hidden panel by the fireplace. "Garage is a kill box! Marcos says the east tunnel is hot! The sea cave is the only clear path!" She slapped her palm on the biometric scanner. A section of the stone wall hissed and slid open, revealing a dark, narrow stairwell leading down into the cliff. "Move!"

Darion rolled his shoulders the moment he came off, a wolf resettling into himself, and I felt it through the bond, that returning of full presence, the bond going from muffled to open. "Routes," Darion said to Ronan. "North service corridor to the sub-basement. There is a drainage tunnel that runs two blocks east before it surfaces in the old processing yard." Ronan was already moving as he talked, leading us into the corridor at a pace that was fast without being careless. "The tunnel is tight and it is not pleasant but it does not cross any patrol lines." "How many between us and the tunnel entrance," Marcus said. "Four guards at the corridor junction. Two at the sub-basement stairs." Ron

Neal stayed close to me, his arm ready to catch me if I fell. "There," Neal said, pointing. A crack in the ice. Not a natural crack. Too straight. Too square. A doorway. We climbed down into darkness. The tunnel was narrow, the walls slick with frost. I slipped twice. Neal caught me both times. Noah lit a torch, the flame casting strange shadows on the ice. At the bottom of the tunnel, a cave opened up. And in the center of the cave, a cage. Not a cage of bars. A cage of light. Golden, shimmering, humming with power. And inside the cage, a woman.

We were in the Secret Vein, a narrow, lightless crawlspace that smelled of damp earth and the raw ozone of my EMP. "Keep moving," I whispered into the dark. "The ladder leads to a service tunnel. It connects to the old coastal drainage system two miles out." "Two miles?" Evelyn’s voice echoed off the narrow walls. She was hyperventilating. "We can't... the Sterling security, they’ll catch us before we reach the perimeter. They have sensors, they have…"

"We're here to bury it." --- The breach team moved swiftly. Talia led the scan, her robotic wrist tool unfolding like a flower into a floating lens. "There," she said, after ten minutes. "Two meters down. Artificial density. Composite door." Sable knelt beside her, setting charges. "We doing quiet or loud?" Bella checked the horizon. No movement. "Loud." The blast hit like thunder under a stone blanket. The sand hissed and parted. Then the ground gave way, revealing a narrow tunnel flanked by steel rungs and the scent of scorched air.