Mystical Cavern Novels & Stories

said Celine proudly of her painting. Edric put his hands in his pants pockets. A painting of a twilight landscape, with a purplish sky on a beautiful beach and a mermaid combing her hair, on a rock. In his opinion, it was too imaginative. “How could it be like this?” "Of course, I can. Professor Crystall tells, about a mermaid and a handsome man from a novel. And I got the inspiration," Celine said, pointing to a beautiful woman with shoulder-length, wavy black hair, "There, Professor Crystall."

“For now.” Water streamed off their clothes and pooled at their feet. The cavern they had surfaced in was taller, domed like a cathedral, its walls veined with phosphorescent lichen. Strange stalactites hung like teeth, dripping mineral-rich water into shallow basins below. The sound was hypnotic, like rain echoing inside a drum.

*Sage POV* The tunnels of this place go on forever. We have found some pretty interesting things, and if I had my way, they would come out of these dirty tunnels and straight into the pack house. I was a sucker for antiques, especially when they had that old time gothic feel to them. The deeper we got, my mind started to play tricks on me. There were a few times that I could have sworn I heard someone following us. Yet, when we shined the light behind us, there was no one there.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

“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.

Exotic fish is bursting colours seemed to beckon us deeper toward a narrow opening hidden in the rock wall. I pushed through first. The tunnel was not as tight, Uncle and the twins would have no problem diving in here. When we finally broke the surface, we weren’t in the lake anymore. We were inside a cavern. The walls were encrusted with raw moonstones, their iridescent surfaces giving off a soft light. At the center of the cave stood an altar of solid, polished moonstone. Resting upon it was an old, thick Book.It vibrated with a silvery, blinding energy that made the hair on my arms stand up.

Now they moved under the power of flashlights. It took longer than Alrick expected, but they were still within time. At the entrance to the cavern coming up, looking into the cavern, he soon understood why Herald expressed such surprise by this discovery. The cavern looked out of place. With its high ceilings, old miners called these spaces cathedral caverns. The space was opposite to anything anyone would expect. It took him several minutes to locate the crystalline structure that held the portal. Once he’d found it, he couldn’t unsee the portal. The portal was there, trapped within the crystalline structure like a beetle trapped within amber.

"A root of the world, untouched by the wars of men and wolves. The magic here is old. It... obscures. Those who hunt you will find only empty forest." We walked on, the tunnel opening into a vast, subterranean cavern. My breath caught in my throat. The cavern was immense, its ceiling lost in darkness. A subterranean lake, its water black and perfectly still, filled the center, reflecting the bioluminescent fungi and glowing moss that dotted the walls and ceiling like a mirror of a starry sky. The air hummed with a low, almost imperceptible energy.