Mitchel Cave Novels & Stories

Alright now… let’s see what we have here… the dominating geography is flat, there is a hill here and there but the forest sure is a plain… there's a ravine at the northwest and a mountain chain at the northeast all the way to the southeast… a waterfall that comes from the mountain chain and flows all the way to the center of the forest forming a river and a lake…the biggest and highest hill is close to that lake, the side that faces the pond, a cave entrance is in there… I suspect that this so-called “crimson something” hideout is that cave… the ravine is more likely the location of the junk stones I am searching for… Alright… Here is the plan! I’ll send the [Stealth type] of familiars which

For them. And for us. Our goal is simple. Seventy-five miles northwest. There’s a cave in the mountain line there—hidden, narrow entrance, deep interior. Rowan found it decades ago during a territorial dispute. It’s isolated, difficult to access unless you know where to look. “We make it there before dawn,” he says. “We rest. Then we move again the following dusk.” Seventy-five miles. As a human, that would have been impossible in a single stretch.

I could only hope he was okay. Nyx Pov It took me a while to find this place as it is well hidden, except for those who have been here before. Still, with this cave being buried far and deep into the big snowy mountains of Montana. It can still be a little hard to find. Most people die trying. Thankfully, I'm not like most people.

So, we got dressed and headed out for the day's adventure. It is seventy-three miles on a twisting, turning, elevation changing, mostly two lane road from Cambria to my favorite restaurant on the west coast of the United States, Nepenthe. On a freeway seventy-three miles is just about an hours ride. On the coast highway, on a motorcycle, it takes longer. Add in the time for a couple of scenic overlooks and it was lunch time when we arrived.

Some of them were already climbing down the ridge. "We need to move," Kael said. "Which way?" "Downstream. There's a cave. Marta told me about it." He pulled me through the water. I kicked. Struggled. Held onto him. And behind us, the hunters splashed into the river. --- The cave was hidden behind a waterfall. You couldn't see it from the river. You had to know it was there. Kael knew. He pushed me through the curtain of water. Followed close behind.

There was a faint smell in the air, but he could not place where it was coming from. He slowly entered the cave. It was very warm, compared to outside, and it was dark and humid. He walked in slowly and noticed that it wasn't just a cave. It was like a tunnel. Keeping himself on alert, he walked in slowly and quietly. Although the cave was dark, he could still see very clearly. He followed the tunnel to the end where it split into two. He stood at the fork for a minute, judging which path to take. He took the left tunnel. It came to a dead end a few minutes later. Sighting in frustration, Mitch retracted his steps and went to the right tunnel, which was longer. It opened into a wide circular

"Set up a perimeter. We camp here tonight. Leave at first light with everything we've found." "We're winning," Abel said. Looking at the walls. At the symbols. "The enemy knows it. That's why they're getting sloppy. Leaving evidence. Making mistakes." Maybe. Or maybe they wanted us to find this. But I didn't say that out loud. We set up camp inside the cave. Too dark to travel back safely. Everyone settled in. Ate. Slept. Everyone except Mitch I woke around midnight. He was still there. Sitting in front of the wall. Paper and ink spread around him.

“Mitch's body was found in his house after it burned down. His parents are the main suspects, and they conveniently disappeared. Case closed.” “I can't believe they tried to kill Nora,” Ryker murmurs, eyebrows raised. I glance at him. He's sitting next to Hannah, holding a glass of gin, sprawled out on his plush pink towel. He doesn’t look entirely out of place, but I can tell he’s a little freaked out by the presence of two teachers. The cave is empty. It's just us here, which is surprising given that summer break has just begun. The sun is dipping lower, casting a golden glow over the water. We arrived not long ago, carrying towels and still-warm food.

"Nell won't report anything she learns this way without asking first. She's a friend of ours, as well as being a very good reporter. Please let us know what's going on." "Mitchell was unconscious when we found him. He had found a small cave type area in a rock ledge. It was his shelter and a good place to ride out the storm. He had burned about all the wood he was able to gather, cut, or break off a big dead pine tree that had fallen against the ledge years ago.”

She found herself watching him when he wasn't looking, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, a forbidden curiosity stirring within her. One sweltering afternoon, Liam proposed a spontaneous adventure. "There's a waterfall," he'd said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, "about an hour's drive from here. Locals say it's magical. Untouched. We should go." Mitchell didn't hesitate. The thought of a secret, magical place, shared only with Liam, was irresistible. The drive was exhilarating, winding roads that led them deeper into the wilderness, the air growing thick with the scent of damp earth and wild blossoms. When they arrived, the roar of the water was a symphony, a powerful