Moana Cavern Novels & Stories

The Pacific Trench Hollow was not merely a scar; it was a cathedral of absence. Located seven miles beneath the surface of the ocean, it was a massive, pressurized void left behind by the Thorne Council’s "Project Abyss" an attempt to harvest geothermal data at the planet’s thermal limit. If it collapsed, the resulting displacement would trigger tsunamis that would rewrite the coastlines of three continents.

He placed his massive hand directly over the entire Pacific Ocean, covering the violent, volatile tectonic boundary known as the Ring of Fire. "The children can handle the shallow fractures," Kaelen rumbled, his cosmic eyes completely unreadable. "But the Skarn are breeding deep. The Marianas Trench is bleeding resonance into the ocean floor. The pressure down there is too dense for the young wolves, and the human transports cannot reach it." Killian’s jaw tightened. "You are going alone?"

There were no buildings, no lights, and no roads—only a massive, moss-covered concrete cap poured directly into the mouth of an old larimar mine shaft fifty yards ahead. ​"It’s beneath the waterfall," Eniola said, pointing toward the far end of the ravine where a narrow torrent of mountain water spilled over a ninety-foot ledge, crashing into a deep pool below. Hidden behind the veil of frothing water was a massive, circular steel blast door, bolted directly into the living rock with heavy titanium stabilization rings.

I raised the lantern and cut it on. Our tour guru had forgotten to mention that the algae patches along the sides and bottom as well as the quartz veins on the roof and walls reflected the light over what must have been an eight by ten meter cavern. Gorgeous. We glided to a shelf that met our needs, climbed up and shared a high school 'nervous virgin' moment. She broke the spell by pulling herself out of the water and, standing on her tippy-toes, touched one of the roof veins.

investigate Malia. "What is that?" asked Rosalie probing. "To calm down Leona." Asnwer Malia. "Ah. Right." Rosalie said as if she had just realized something. "These few days Leona has been explosive. Her energy will quickly run out if she continues like that. And... The last time Leona hunted was three days ago, ma'am. She should be back hunting tomorrow afternoon if her emotions are still explosive. Isn't it? The citizens of Moonwood would suspect that the rangers keep finding wild animal carcasses on a regular basis?” Malia explained everything at length. Rosalie nodded and replied, "Right. I have to catch up, Malia."

Max rubbed his forehead and part of him knew she was right. “Serenity find anything with Jormugadr yet?” He asked.This was the most unknown of the siblings, he even had serval names and pronunciations. “No, but there have been some serious earthquakes she has found happening along the Mariana Trench,” A part of the ocean that was very deep, possibly the deepest part. “More activity than anywhere else on the planet right now and odd current movements.” “Remember when we dealt with vases and statues?” Tamara laughed.

"Bring me a full glass vial of glowing moss harvested from the limestone caverns beneath the lower drainage basin. The kind that only grows where the sulfur water runs boiling hot." "The Drowning Sinks?" Thalen stared at her in open disbelief. "Those caves are completely flooded, toxic, and crawling with blind subterranean predators. It's a suicide run." "Then I suggest you start swimming," Kaelin said, turning her back on them and picking up a small brass pestle to grind an unidentifiable green powder. "The door is behind you. Come back with the moss, and we'll talk about who’s pulling your strings. Come back empty-handed, and you can die together when your shared heartbeats finally tear yo

The heart of the cavern was dominated by a monolith of obsidian-black stone, wrapped in bands of shifting, liquid gold light. It looked like a finger of the earth had pierced through the crust, scarred with the same archaic script that now throbbed beneath Rangga’s own skin. But the sacred silence of the chamber had been violated. Massive, portable drilling rigs—industrial-grade hydraulic beasts—were already anchored into the floor, their diamond-tipped bits pressed against the base of the monolith.

They’re too damp and most of them smell like moss and dead fish. But who am I to complain when in the wild, caves are the best shelter there is. Though this underwater cave isn’t that bad. It was massive that it doesn’t feel cramped at all. In fact, it was big enough to host our massive submarine. And it also has enough standing ground for us to walk around. The rest of us were looking at Trei expectantly as we gathered around where most of the Arachnocampa Luminosa, or what most of us know as glowworms, light up the area making it look like we were in a fantasy realm.

"Mara, where’s the hole? Where is the rebel line?" "Two blocks down. There’s an old geothermal vent hidden behind the abandoned cannery. It leads straight to the 'Mother’s Shadow'—the rebel outpost," Mara said, already blurring into a run. "But it’s a tight squeeze, and the air is 180 degrees. If the Void flares up while we’re in those tunnels, we won't just be caught. We’ll be cooked into the walls."