Rumbling Falls Cave Novels & Stories

Rumble! A strange rumbling sound echoed throughout the cathedral. Clark suppressed the urge to look up and patiently waited for guidance. However, unlike previous occasions, the statue remained silent and did not offer him any indication. After waiting for five or six minutes, he looked up, only to witness the face of the statue splitting apart as a dark crimson liquid seeped from the cracks.

A low rumble echoed through the cavern, sending shivers down our spines. Suddenly, the ground beneath us trembled violently, threatening to give way beneath our feet. The swirling vortex below grew larger, its ominous energy pulsing with otherworldly power. "We need to make a choice," Alex urged, his voice strained with urgency. But before we could respond, a deafening roar echoed through the cavern, drowning out our thoughts. From the depths of the chasm, a monstrous shape emerged, its eyes glowing with an unholy light. Fear gripped us as we stared into the abyss, knowing that whatever lay beyond was more dangerous than anything we had encountered before.

“You did really good.” Before I could say anything back, the ground trembled. A deep rumble rolled beneath us. We all went still. The rumble grew stronger. The floor shook. Books toppled. Dust rained from the ceiling. Something heavy crashed nearby. “What the hell is that?” Thorne yelled. The babies started crying louder, scared by the noise. Lucy held them close and moved away from a cracking pillar. “The tunnel—” Liz said, eyes wide. “It’s falling in.”

"If those rocks drop, I’m going to be a very expensive, very crushed piece of mountain infrastructure," Rangga yelled, his voice cracking as he scrambled toward the cave exit. His skin felt like it had been dipped in liquid iron—heavy, radiating, and terrifyingly alive. Every step he took sent a ripple through the cavern floor, a low-frequency hum that vibrated the very marrow of his bones. Arung was a mess, his movements sluggish and disjointed. The handler, usually a blur of calculated efficiency, was struggling to crawl toward the narrow fissure that led back into the forest. He collapsed, his fingers digging into the loose gravel.

My breath echoed in the cramped darkness, shallow and panicked. Behind me, the rogue’s body scraped into the entrance as he crawled after me. “Hurry!” he shouted, voice cracking. “The ceiling idgoings just move!” But my limbs refused to respond with any strength. The smoke had drained everything out of me. I dragged myself forward inch by inch, trembling, eyes burning with tears I couldn’t spare. Then the ground trembled. A deep, horrifying rumble. My blood iced. Someone was collapsing the tunnel. The earth shook harder, dust raining onto my head, stinging my eyes. Rocks shifted, groaning in the dark.

BETA ROLLINGS POV My body was wracked with fear, no not fear but terror and pain in my abdomen! I could not breathe, and I looked down to see that I was unhurt. Real fear spread through me and Skull was raging to get out. He would not talk to me, he kept repeating the same word over and over and over again. He was calling for his mate! I vaguely remember Rae speaking to me but all I could do was brace against the pain. It felt like hours that I felt the pain before it finally subsided enough for me to speak. I took a deep inhale before I opened my eyes and locked onto Rae's gaze. "Paulette is in so much pain!"

A canopy of darkness blanketed us all, pinching out the light and voices around. The roar was so startling that I fell to the damp floor with a thud, the side of my body suffering from the impact of the fall, free from Mathilda's grasp. The cave shook, dust sprinkling all over. Amidst my blurry eyes and shattered body, I heard Maverick speak, his voice gravelly and thick.

The waterfall was surrounded by high hilly rocks and a field of pinkish shrubs clouded the air with a sweet scent. Roy looked around the place and felt an unknown tug towards the pool of water at the bottom of the waterfall. The fog evaporating from the pool of water made the grasses near the banks―look crystalline with residues of dew drops. Roy stepped forward and met with a mysterious sight. On the bank, was standing another figure in white robes and the figure's light shaded hair dripped with water―as if the person just took a dip.

“Now hurry along! The last one left will be closed in with the dragons!” I peeked into the cavern and it seemed pretty normal. Dirt walls, dirt ground, water dripping and there is probably a few bats in there. I find it hard to believe there would be dragons though. The three of us started walking in, looking around warily. “Wait, do you hear that?” Garrett asked suddenly. We all stilled and towards the end of our trail I could hear breathing.

The bear’s growl echoed louder, closer. “Faster!” I shouted, grabbing Dara’s wrist and pulling her with me. She stumbled, nearly falling, but caught herself and kept pace. The tunnel curved again, tighter this time. The sound of rushing water grew louder—another exit? “Is that—” “A drop,” Riven said grimly. “It leads to the lower river.” I saw it ahead now: the tunnel opened into a small ledge, and beyond it, a sheer drop into a dark stream below.