Subterranean Shunning Grounds Map Novels & Stories

"Where's your real base?" He nods frantically and points towards a part of the map that is unmarked. "The docks are on the other side of town. The front looks like a normal fishing cargo hold, but there's a whole bunker underneath, with hidden tunnels. They use that route to move illegal and stolen goods." I feel my stomach tighten, but I keep my face blank. "Show me every entrance, trap, and exit you know." And he does. As he marks the map, his hands shake... But there's something in his eyes. Not just fear. Something calculating, something I can't name yet.

She zoomed the map. “Calculating.” Another alert flashed. Dominic spoke this time. “The Seraph Syndicate is moving underground.” Everyone turned. “Underground?” Marcus asked. Dominic pointed to the map. “They’ve deployed subterranean drilling units. They’re trying to bypass the perimeter entirely.” Victor cursed. “Of course they are.” Aurora’s expression did not change. “Seal tunnel access points.” Rafael hesitated. “Aurora, those tunnels were never mapped in Atlas.”

he asked. "Not in it," I replied. "Under it." Silence followed that. Lucien's fingers slowed on the keyboard, then stopped entirely. "Subterranean?" "Most old cities are layered," I said, my voice steady and factual, the tone I used when I was certain of something even if I couldn't prove it yet. "Rome. Paris. Prague especially. Romanesque basements built over by Medieval corridors, which were then built over by War bunkers during the occupation converted, reinforced, and sealed off from official records. If you wanted a meeting place that predates satellites and thermal mapping, you go underground. You go into the strata."

“Someone controls this undead, right? Beria asked. -Right. And he can't be too far away. Most likely somewhere underground. “I know of only one place where he can hide,” Berii said gloomily. They both knew. In the east, there is a whole network of underground caves connected by natural corridors and grottoes. Previously, one of them was a copper mine, now abandoned. It was forbidden to go there, but for children, any forbidden fruit is sweet. So secret sorties were often arranged there.

He paced the room like a lion losing its mind, cursing, finally launching a chair into the wall with a guttural yell. “She was supposed to be SAFE!” he roared. Trenholm leaned over the war map. “We think we found the location. If his demands were real, if he's staging near Baja… there’s one place that fits.” He tapped the screen. An abandoned textile plant in Prince George’s County. Shuttered since ‘98. No security. No lights. But solid. Industrial. Untraceable. “Six floors,” Trenholm explained. “Steel framework. Concrete bones. Underground waste tunnels. The kind of place you can hide a woman, and the screams never echo outside.”

She'll probably still have the maps on her phone. Charlotte knows her way through the underground City like no-one else. Even the City authorities use the maps and schematics she produced. Sewers... Drains... Subways... Service tunnels... Carefully, I circle the hatch, looking for signs of disturbance; scratches in muck and grease, the marks of a crowbar or a tyre iron. I don't see anything. The light is poor, typical basement illumination, so I scan the cover again using my phone flashlight, but there's still nothing.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

He’d seen what those things could do and he knew they were playing with him. He came to a crossroads in the path and his pursuers cut in front of him blocking two of the paths, including the most direct route to his bungalow. He knew where they were taking him. He gasped for breath and his head throbbed as he jogged past the second of the three affected graves. Like the first, the huge hillock had caved in and was now a pit filled with folds of loose turf. At the foot of the grave there was another slit in the ground that also led onto a small tunnel. Once again the turf had been folded back on either side of the slit and Jim was struck by the similarity to a pair of female labia.

"Before the 'tin-cans' in the sky realize what hit them, we need a quiet place to see exactly what is on this hard drive." Nova shivered, but looking at the two terrifyingly calm entities beside her, she swallowed her fear and pointed down a rusted service grate. "The Rust Sector... sublevel four. There's a sanctuary for the Un-Uploaded." They vanished into the labyrinth of Neo-Kunlun's underbelly. After navigating a maze of dripping exhaust pipes and rusted blast doors, Nova led them into a massive, subterranean fallout shelter. The aesthetic of the slums abruptly shifted.

The ground trembled slightly. "Sebastian," Harper pointed to the center of the room. A massive, circular console made of black stone had risen from the floor. A three-dimensional hologram projected above it. It was a map of Earth. But it was covered in pulsing red dots. Antarctica. The Mariana Trench. The Sahara Desert. The Bermuda Triangle. "Those are the prisons," Sebastian stared at the map. "The Syndicate's network was keeping them dormant. When the Chairman died... the power grid failed."