Ted's Caving Story Novels & Stories

He strikes a match, his dark brows furrowed slightly in concentration as he lights the kindling. “This place is amazing,” I say, taking in the cave’s grandeur. “How did you find it?” The kindling catches, and he looks up at me, a small smile playing at his lips. “When I was ten, my dad and I had a huge argument, and I decided to run away from home. I headed up the trail, planning to hide out in the mountains before setting off for another pack.” He chuckles, shaking his head at the memory. “I stopped on the outcrop for a rest. I had literally run most of the way here to avoid my dad and any patrols they might have sent to find me, I could hear them getting closer but I was exhausted. I thoug

THIRD P.O.V. Zack and his group made it to the far side of the waterfall. The cobblestone was slick with water, making it difficult to get across, but they made it. The hidden cave was behind the waterfall, covered with vines and rusted bars. Zack and Bronx grabbed a hold of the bars and pulled. The motion shook the entire cave, with debris falling in multiple places. “We can’t pull this out without bringing this whole thing down,” Zack said, stepping back. Mary walked up to the bars and examined them before squeezing right through. “Well, that’s one way to do it.”

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

Whoever continued the digging must have been in a rush, determined to never coming back, for their sloppy work is a miracle it hasn't collapsed. They continue following the winding tracks and looking over their shoulders every time they hear the distinctive sounds of splitting and cracking of timber. The white beams of their flashlights capture the earth crumbling down at the slightest movement above the ground. Soon, their throats fill with dust forcing them to stop for a short break and wash it out with a few gulps of water. Tammy squats tired and frustrated for the damp ground. She would give anything to lay for a second and stretch her legs. Next to her, Nathan is doing inventory of thei

As Philip had passed through many levels and entered the Heavenly Path’s Carrefour, he had dealt with most of the monsters. Ted easily dodged the mindless bones left at the bottom of the mountain. After a quick evasion, he soon managed to escape from this place and entered the foot of the mountain. When Ted’s soul lamp returned to normal after flickering for a while, everyone exclaimed in delight at his success. “I thought he was bragging, but he was telling the truth!”

"Anytime you need the help of Dead Man's Cave, I will be at your service." Zander thanked Lance and slid down the steps of the tunnel. Tia ran behind him, refusing to look at her dogs, who were bowling in pain. "Goodbye Lance, take care of yourself," Cedella bid her goodbyes, then she floated in the tunnels after Tia. Hazel hugged Lance before she took her leave. James and Julia nodded to the ghoul, while Declan gave him a fist bump. James and Declan lifted the coffin as they descended into the tunnel.

said the voice. “Where?” repeats Caleb. “Seems like it affects his brains” said Eden. “Guys, help me walk, we need to go to a nearby cave” said Caleb. “What cave?” Eden asked. “Trust me I know,” he said. Eden has helped him walk. They walked for ten minutes and much to their surprise, they reached the cave. “Are you sure? We should go in?” asked Hazel. “I trust this voice, more than anything” said Caleb, he was bleeding heavily.

The stories about the Ridge that had been given to him as fact and the reality he was currently walking through. "The stories about you," Theodore said. "The cursed forest, the monsters. You let them spread." "We encouraged them, occasionally," Caden said. There was no apology in it. "It worked." "For a long time." His jaw set slightly. "Less so now. Atridge is not the kind of man who lets a good story stop him from wanting what's underneath it." They had circled back toward the central compound. Eli was crossing the open ground toward them, his expression carrying the particular purpose of someone with information.

Edward’s hand gripped mine tightly, pulling me forward whenever I stumbled, his body shielding me from the falling debris. Aaron was a few feet ahead, cursing under his breath as he kicked through the loose rocks blocking the path. “I swear, every time we find a cave, it tries to kill us!” “Shut up and dig!” Edward barked, his voice ragged. A final, deafening crack split the air. The passage behind us collapsed completely, sealing the sanctum in a storm of rubble and dust. The impact threw us forward, slamming me into Edward’s chest. He held on tight as the mountain went still again—like a beast that had spent its fury.

The tunnel sloped up, steady and old as dirt, stones still holding after a million years (or whatever, who counts). Ahldric muttered, “All the stuff we had to tell them. The Keeper wanted every detail on our magical defenses. If even one of his rats escaped...” Geoffrey cut him off sharply. “We’ll handle it when it comes. Right now, job one: get you out of their claws.” They hit this cavern, huge, echoey, overhead, lost in pitch-black. Water dripped from some mystery spot up high, making puddles that bounced torchlight around like a disco. Pretty, if you weren’t running for your life.