Fiction Book About Underground Civilization Novels & Stories

"So, both of them are fictions?" "Yes! Both of them are novels. Very well researched novels about science, though! The second one, To Shoot A Dying Star With Both Hands is about two people living before the beginning of civilization. One is a young boy who can't remember anything about his birth - before the earth was created - except for some trees. The other is an older woman, an ecologist, who offers to help the boy figure out where those trees grew, how the universe began. It is a crazy idea for a story since ecologists didn't exist in ancient times I think." "I understand! Are they novels about your profession?" I asked.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

The building stood like an undeveloped building but it was just a decoy as the main compartments were underground, from the sophistication of light and visibility but mostly, from the scent of their worst enemies, the werewolves. Deep underground was a very wide room, it was so wide it simulated a colosseum but with walls crusted in ancient Jewish terminologies, the floor was smooth and sandy but the air was as soothing the sky. He jumped down from a ladder into the panle that looks like a tunnel, he halted as two men approached him but immediately gave him a positive nod that further augmented his momentum into the large room. In the room, he saw women, men and children chatting silently an

My bad habit was curling my toes when I was anxious. Why? I didn't move again. I stayed still. Maybe they would go away. I was done. There was no way now. "She looks dead though." It was another soldier. "Who could survive after falling from that height?" I wanted to give a thumbs up to that soldier. "What if it's an undead?" The first soldier asked with a trembling voice. "The undead city isn't far from here." Undead city? There was no such mention in the novel. Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life.

The Infrastructure of the Cave The sanctuary was a "Mechanical" marvel. Inside the massive limestone cavern, the "Unindexed" had built a civilization that relied on "Hydro-Kinetic" power from underground rivers. There were no "Chronicle" screens, no "Neural-Nodes," and no "Calculating" algorithms.

"To what?" She shook her head. "He won't tell anyone except you." Darius muttered something unpleasant. Luna almost laughed. They had discovered an ancient civilization, survived creatures that consumed memory, restored thousands of forgotten people, and learned that humans and wolves had once been one people. Yet somehow, Darius’s father was still finding ways to irritate him from beyond the grave. Luna looked toward Blackwood as they descended. The ancient book remained safely wrapped inside Silas’s pack. Behind them, the House of Silence was becoming a place of voices. Ahead, Darius’s brother was waiting. And far to the east, one of the symbols on the ancient map began to glow. Not fire.

The battle was over in an instant, and the wild rabbit disappeared into the underbrush as Ethan Brooks slapped his forehead in despair, then looked towards the black widow with his mental connection. The black widow was in a dire state, spread-eagled—stuck on a giant banana leaf, slowly sliding down.

“A bookshelf?” Darius smirked. “Watch.” He pressed a button hidden behind one of the books, and like something straight out of a spy movie, the bookshelf slid open, revealing a passageway. Mira gasped. The little girl’s mouth dropped open. “Whoa…” she whispered. Darius motioned for them to step inside, and once we were all in, he led us underground. It was massive—more than enough space for them to live comfortably if they ever needed to hide.

Now they were the hunted people on the planet. The tunnel finally opened into an underground cavern. It was like a church made of ice and stone. The ceiling had moss that glowed like green stars. In the middle of the cavern was a building that looked like it was carved out of one diamond. "The Frost-Peak Library " Elara whispered. She was amazed. Her exhaustion did not matter. "My father always told me it was a story. A place where the Sun-Kings hid secrets they were too afraid to tell their children."

When one girl, a direct Fiallo descendant, learned to eat sunlight and shit it as cold fire, the city threw a festival that lasted a decade—or would have, if anyone had bothered to count days. Survivors of the upper world, emerging from their crypts at last, occasionally glimpsed the edge of this new civilization—heard the laughter, tasted the smoke of their strange, blue-burning feasts—and hesitated to make contact. Some said the children remained at war with themselves; others said they were building a monument, molecule by molecule, to the impossible woman who had taught them disease as sacrament, hunger as the highest principle.