Granite Cave Novels & Stories

his voice dropped to a desperate whisper. "I don't know how I'm walking around" He reasoned "I don't know how I can still breathe and talk. I saw...I saw the cave.... It sits deep in the Mountain, away from all the trails, its hidden behind a cove of twisted trees... The entire rock wall is black... I - I never should of gone in there, inside, theres a fire... bright purple like a deep bruise.. it's...alive.. The things gather there, that's where they go. There's so many of them.. The cave, its magic."

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.

An errant stalagmite that was hastily cut down after the fact. ‘The sewers’ was Ma Jules’ choice of word for the elaborately designed mountain cave I created. ”Who’d you think it is?” Kalden whispered, the steel in his voice sharp enough that it bounced off the neon shine of the brightly lit walkway. I was almost to my chambers now, pausing instead and turning to the exit as I considered it.

“This is wonderful. It smells like fresh rain, and the air is thick, almost tangible. By the sound, it must be massive.” “About the size of a hangar. Come.” He led her toward a large ice pillar that stood between the frozen floor and the cavernous ceiling. “Touch this.” She slid her fingers over the smooth, chiseled surface of the pillar, her face displaying pure awe. “It’s smooth, like glass.” “The color is translucent green.” “Like sea glass?” “Yes, very much so. The entire cave is filled with them and the ceiling sparkles like diamonds when the sunlight enters just right. There is a hole at the top. In August, the sunlight causes this entire cave to glow as if it were radioactive.”

Now it was waking again. That evening, two young soldiers picked me up in an anonymous Fiat and drove me out of Palermo along the coast road, then inland through lemon groves and abandoned quarries. We arrived at the Grotta dei Giganti, a massive natural cave that tourists visit by day to marvel at its towering stalactites and stalagmites. By night it belongs to us. Armed lookouts were posted along the paths, silent shadows with Kalashnikovs slung across their chests. No one spoke as we walked deeper into the earth. The air grew colder, damper, carrying the faint mineral smell of underground water.

The granite became porous, like a thick sponge, and then seemed to melt away. This revealed a dark tunnel that sloped downward, exhaling air as old as the world. It smelled of deep earth and the weight of passing time. The entrance was just large enough for Askar to enter, his fur brushing the sides. Cassian followed with Kieran in his arms, and Elidra came after them. The stone wolves were the last to enter. As they passed through, the living rock closed behind them, sealing them in total darkness.

’ Ambrose thought and curiously walked over. He noticed when he was before the crack that it was the entrance of a seemingly dark and deep cave. Although Ambrose was still young, he was bold and courageous. He did not think much before walking into it through the crack. The crack was narrow but just nice for a ten-year-old boy. Gasp! Ambrose could not help but gasp when he entered the cave! He realized the cave was extremely huge and was almost the size of Guangming Peak! In front of him was a more than 10-meter-tall huge stone platform! It was covered with moss, which made it seem ancient.

Chapter 10: The Crag and the Crow The invisible crag is a narrow slit in the rock face, hidden behind a thick stand of young pines whose needles brush the stone like soft fingers. Kael found it—said he used to play here when the world still had parents and warm suppers. The entrance is so tight we have to turn sideways to slip through; once inside, the space opens into a shallow cave, dry and sheltered, the ceiling low enough that even I have to duck. Moonlight filters through cracks high above, painting silver bars across the floor.

They had discovered an ancient cavern hidden deep within the rocks, a place whispered about only in legends. Intrigued and concerned, Amelia and Markas decided to investigate, accompanied by Fenrir and a few trusted companions. As they entered the cavern, an eerie silence cloaked the atmosphere. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, depicting a story of love, sacrifice, and the power of the elemental stones.

I breathe in through my nose, trying desperately to stay awake and not vomit. Jesse slaps me. “Go on, Isabella.” “It’s a deep underground mine. The tunnel is carved out of the granite rock of the mountain. Follow the rusty mine cart tracks and the wooden beams and metal mesh ceiling. The metal mesh and wooden beams are meant to prevent cave-ins, but they are old, and portions can still fall in places.” “Why didn’t I know of this place while we were married!” He screams in my face. My ears are ringing already. The high-pitched yell pierces through me. Tears sting as they stream down my face. All I can do is whimper.