Mammoth Onyx Cave Novels & Stories

The moonlight's reflection continues to hit the adjacently positioned many mirrors, illuminating the cave and revealing its secret. Akshara was captivated by the cave's walls. The cave's walls were covered with white and black murals of the queen. Akshara was perplexed by the recurrent visions of the same figure in white and black attire. Nonetheless, she paid close attention to the picture and remembered it. When Akshara reached the cave's nook, she discovered the mysterious shimmering item in the shape of a giant egg-like stone. The enticing nature enticed Akshara to touch it. The stone spewed white smoke and devoured Akshara as soon as she touched it.

When the two entered, the Immortal Spirit Divine Ring turned into a ring again and flew to Samuel's finger, and the stone door was slammed shut again. “Hong!” On the wall, the lights suddenly lit up. The jade bricks and stone walls in the cave were neat and bright. The hole was ten meters long, and then it went down the stairs. Below the stairs was an incomparably wide underground space. The decoration was not very luxurious, but it was also a special block. It was completely wrapped in white jade bricks and had double cranes flying at the top. "Samuel, there are murals." Yvonne pointed to both sides of the wall and said in surprise.

The demetris strode through the forest into a cave that was carved into a pale rock. All along the walls of the cave, there were carvings. Amelia shuddered when she saw that the carvings were that of animals and men being slaughtered or butchered and demons like demetris drinking blood or eating their flesh. She couldn’t imagine a worse place than this. There was red blood splattered on them, which had dried over the years. There were piles of bones and vermin infested animal bodies in the corner. The stench was worse. She felt as if her stomach would churn and whatever she had eaten would come out any minute. The demetris stopped in front of a raised platform. There, lounging on a pale pink

This crystal seemed crucial to its survival and its connection to the cave. It was a large, pulsating gem with a vibrant color—perhaps a deep orange or yellow, like the sun. It glowed with the same eerie light as Stalagtor’s eyes and was clearly integral to its life force. I extended my hand, trying to touch the crystal when I heard its roar again. I jumped back as another round of explosions sounded. Clutching at my chest, I felt an intense throbbing. A bright light illuminated the cavern, making me blink furiously. My eyes watered from the glare, and I shut them again.

Morwen had taught him well the art of silence, the patience to let someone find their own words. "I found one about five years ago, it was a cave system in the northern mountains, hidden behind a waterfall.” “The rogues who lived there had carved symbols into the walls, old symbols older than anything I'd ever seen." I paused, remembering. The cave had smelled wrong, like something that had never been alive in the first place. "There were bones." I said. "Not wolf bones, something else bigger than wolf's bones.” “The skulls had too many teeth, arranged in rows that didn't make sense, the limbs had too many joints, bending in directions nothing should bend." I shook my head, not wanting to re

You had to stand exactly where we were. “Incredible, right?” Noa whispered. “Come on, the best part is inside.” The interior was larger than the entrance suggested. Light filtered through cracks in the rocky ceiling, beams slicing through the darkness like knives. The floor was smooth stone, polished by centuries of water. And the sound… the sea resonated inside the cave, creating a deep, constant echo, like the inside of a giant drum. But what stopped me cold was what stood at the back. An altar.

Several elderly archivists unrolled sprawling, yellowed parchment maps across the wood, pinning down the corners with heavy iron daggers. The Queen leaned over the table, her dark hair falling past her shoulders. She traced a slender finger along the southern ridge of the Onyxclaw mountains. "Malachi is cunning," the Queen explained, addressing Taylon, Ronan, and the gathered Enforcers. "He knows our outer walls are impenetrable to a frontal assault. But beneath this estate lies a vast network of ancient catacombs – natural cave systems that our ancestors expanded centuries ago to mine silver." Ronan leaned forward, his stormy grey eyes tracking her finger. "The silver mines were collapsed d

Lucian whispered, his deep baritone vibrating softly against her ear as he stepped up behind her. They were standing in a massive, subterranean cavern that looked like a fairy tale brought to life. In the center, a natural hot spring flowed freely, its crystal-clear, steaming water bubbling up from the earth and filling a massive, smooth stone basin. The cave walls didn't need torches; they were illuminated by a soft, ethereal violet and pale blue glow coming from magical light crystals deeply embedded into the ancient rock formations.

“It means your path winds backward and forward. What you are has already been. And will be again.” I want to ask more, but she’s gone. Just like the deer. What the heck is going on? *** The forest thins and the mist parts. And there it is. The Moonstone Cavern. Massive, carved from black stone that gleams with faint veins of glowing silver. It rises from the earth like a forgotten god’s tomb. I stand before it, trembling. Not from cold, from knowing. I step forward, the pendant warm against my chest, and the moment my foot crosses the threshold, the air changes.

Carved from pale stone unlike anything else in the cave. No rot on it. No black residue. No signs of the Hollow Mother. This was older. Much older. And untouched. The four of us stared in silence. “Well,” Jaxon said finally. “That seems ominous.” “It’s stairs.” Maddox said. “In a cursed cavern hidden beneath a murder cabin in the middle of woods. Yeah...” “Still stairs.” Calder’s gaze narrowed on the pale stone. “No.” He stepped closer. “It’s a part of architecture.”