Stark Caverns Reviews Novels & Stories

"The frequency is pulling to the right. It’s loud now. It’s making my teeth ache." They turned a sharp corner where the black shale gave way to a dense, grey granite. The moment they stepped past the rock face, the darkness vanished, replaced by a sight that made the entire squad freeze in their tracks. They had reached the edge of a massive, subterranean cavern so vast it could have easily housed the entire Silver Ridge pack house. The chamber was illuminated not by natural light, but by a horrific green fire that erupted from natural fissures in the stone floor. The emerald flames cast a sickly, dancing glow across the ancient stalactites, making the shadows on the walls look like writhing

The floor and walls of the fireplace slid apart to reveal a rocky staircase that led into a dark cavern. Georgia walked in and I stood there in shock. I looked behind me and saw the elegant living room and then looked at the dark cave. It looked so unbelievable. "Ms. Hallway, we do not have all day," Georgia said harshly and her voice echoed through the cavern. I fearfully stepped into the former fireplace. The stairs were cold as I followed Georgia into the depth of the dark cave. I heard the floor and wall kick back in place. At first, it was dark and I could not see anything, but then the ceiling of the cavern began to glow in all kinds of kaleidoscope of colors, illuminating the cave. It

However, after many attempts of feeding the unconscious vampire to no avail, they decided to move before dawn. In the cavern's entrance, Andrew took the Battleaxe tribe’s deepest corner. After leaving the small cavern entrance, they took a boat and followed a river path to the far end of the cavern, where a sulfurous stream flowed out of the rocky surface near the geothermal plant. Warm, greenish water swirled in a bubbling pool and flowed into ravines in the cavern’s jagged wall. Etched into the embankment near the rifts was an entrance to a shaft, about fifteen feet wide and ten feet high. Cavin pointed at it. “We’re just in time,” he mumbled. “Supper is near.” Andrew peered into the shaft

I tried to jerk free, but the ropes only swayed, adjusting to hold me suspended above something that made every hair on my body stand on end. My flashlight was gone. But I didn’t need it anymore. The cavern was lit with dozens of candles, their flames swaying in an unseen breeze. Around me, the walls were carved with symbols—jagged and sharp, twisting like vines etched into stone. Strange plants clung to the rock, oversized and twitching when touched by wind or heat. And below me was a bed. Not a bed. The bed. Dark wood carved with monstrous designs. Draped in silks that shimmered like water, furs that couldn’t possibly have come from anything on Earth. Too clean, too soft. Like it had been

I am revising that assessment. What would someone use a large natural cavern for, Sloane said. Storage, Rafe said. Climate stable. Invisible from the surface. Accessible through an entry point that is surrounded by Iron Vow land on three sides, which means you can only access the entry without detection if you own the compound. Storage, Colt said. Storage for what. Rafe was quiet for a moment. Then he said: I don't know yet. But I think we need to find out before Cross closes the Elena Hale investigation, because if there is something in that cavern and the investigation closes before it is found, whatever it is becomes a different legal problem.

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 the first time in days, she could breathe without fear of being hunted. “Safe,” she whispered, though the word sounded fragile in the echoing vastness. Kael glanced at her, firelight flickering under his skin where exhaustion dimmed his usual glow. “For now,” he said. “The Ravine hides what it devours. Best we don’t linger long.” Aria’s eyes swept the cavern walls—burnt umber and dark gold, streaked with veins of black metal that caught the light like buried lightning. Streams of molten water trickled down the stone, whispering softly. It felt alive. Watching.

A faint chill seeped into Erika’s skin as she stepped further into the dark cavern. Shadows clung to the walls, cast by flickering lanterns mounted on jagged stone. The hideout smelled of damp earth, wood smoke, and something metallic—like blood dried long ago. Malrik walked ahead, his boots crunching against the gravel floor, the sound echoing eerily in the cavernous space. He said nothing as they navigated the winding passage, but Erika could feel his presence looming, his energy oppressive.

"Oh, heads up about the teacher." "The teacher?" "It's Stan." The one who’d wanted to skin me alive at Aaron’s welcome back party. "You're kidding me." "Nope." "Great. What's the bet he offers me a one on one?" "Nah, he wouldn't off you in front of witnesses." I rolled my eyes. "You're so sweet and reassuring." "It runs in the family," He said dryly. We headed back to the main Cavern and took the tunnel directly opposite to the one that led to the kitchen and water caves. This hall was free of side rooms and had a slight upward curve to it, before opening out into a level room the size of a barn.

“We would see your caverns and meet your fellows.” Leah led us through the woods along the banks of the Connecticut River to the hidden entrance of the caverns. Inside, I was stunned at the immensity of the place. Scores of vampires could easily live inside the caves—if they were able get along with each other. “I like it,” Ricard said. “If we approve of your companions, we will be happy to stay. For how long, I cannot promise.” “You are welcome to remain for as long as you like,” Leah replied. “And just as welcome to leave if you decide you must.”