Escape From Cidhna Mine Novels & Stories

The odds were starting to feel insurmountable, and yet they fought on, their determination stronger than the fear that threatened to take hold. Sophia’s thoughts flickered to her father, to the legacy he had left behind, and to the knowledge that this battle was bigger than any of them. It wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about bringing down the people who had caused so much pain, who had manipulated everything they cared about. “Micah, we need a way out!” James shouted as he reloaded his gun, his eyes scanning the cabin for an escape route. “There’s a hatch in the floor. It leads to the underground tunnels,” Micah replied, his voice steady despite the danger surrounding them. “We

It was just enough. The exodus happened in spring—a rare, perfect evening when the lights glitched and the locks on every cell door cycled open for five seconds. That was all they needed. Elena was ready. The children, muscle memory trained from a hundred games and drills, spilled into the yard, gathering each other in waves. They ran not for the perimeter, but for the hidden elevator shaft behind the abandoned inspection block. Mira was waiting, as promised. Finch had already popped open the doors. The triplets, faces painted with their own blood, slammed themselves against the first two guards and bought the others a window.

Once clear, the machines pulsed a second wave, and, while I was drinking wine at the dinner table, walls and roofs came down. As I cut a slice of the fresh lemon cake I had brought with me, for dessert, a human train was running underneath the debris of warehouses three hundred miles from my location. A train of twenty-one kids and seventeen adults, with five of my team leading and guarding the escapees. And while I was fondling the dearest brother of the broker of sorrow and misery, that tunnel had exploded, all the way along its length. Hiding any evidence of who or how many people had passed through it.

My left arm, the obsidian monument, was a senseless weight, but I used it as a shield, the stone-flesh reflecting the kinetic shrapnel like a basalt wall. "Ryan! Extraction! NOW!" I shrieked into the void. The "Ghost/Admin" frequency on my wrist terminal flared a final, dying blue. It wasn't Kael. It was the legacy he had left in the hardware. [EXTRACTION INITIATED: CITADEL ESCAPE POD 02] [TARGET: THE SURFACE] The floor beneath us gave way. We weren't falling into the dark this time. We were being launched through the burning ribs of the tower, hurtling toward the bruised blue marble of the Earth below.

I told them. We waited anxiously for the night of our escape. I packed the food and supplies we had gathered, my heart racing with anticipation. Miss Mandy and Naki checked the guards' rotation schedule, ensuring we timed our departure perfectly. As the designated night arrived, we moved stealthily through the darkened corridors. Nova guided us, her keen senses alert for any signs of detection. We reached the perimeter fence, and I felt a surge of excitement mixed with fear. Miss Mandy took point, expertly disabling the security cameras. Naki created a diversion, drawing the guards away from our escape route. I followed closely, my swollen feet aching as we sprinted toward freedom.

She stopped me all of the sudden. "I told you he will come.. asshole!" Ivory kicked Adam's leg and I looked at her confuse. I led her out from the house and when I saw Celine, I stopped. "Celine, I.." "I suggest you talk to your ex, I wanna go back and have fun." I turned to Ivory angrily. I picked her up bridal style and turned to Celine. "I'll talk to you next time."

, she said weakly. "Roger failed the mission. Eida was supposed to die. We were going to avenge Niklassa". "By what? Starting a war. You're the reason I'm in chains". "Freedom comes at a cost". "You're in hiding. You're a genocidal monster and when they come for you...". "I have an inside man. He's going to help you escape. Find the Five Barriers then switch them off. We'll charge in and extract you. Good luck".

Stomach churned, but I needed the fuel to keep standing, let alone fighting. The shelter sat deep underground, behind thick doors and layers of stone and packed earth. Twenty feet of barrier between the children and the chaos topside. Guards nodded us through every checkpoint. Helena ran it tight—shifts rotating, supplies stocked, escape tunnels mapped just in case. We found Erica in the main chamber, cross-legged on blankets with a cluster of little ones. She read from a worn picture book, voice steady, about a brave wolf who outsmarted hunters to save her pack. The kids leaned in, wide-eyed, hanging on every word. She kept them calm, distracted.