The Tunnel: The Other Side Of Darkness Novels & Stories

The scent of the pack. “Welcome home Selena,” Austin said, his voice echoing eerily in the tunnel. There was no humor in it. The tunnel opened into a vast cavern, lit by strange, phosphorescent moss that grew on the walls, casting an eerie green glow. And beyond the cavern... the city. My breath caught in my throat . It wasn’t a city of stone and steel, like the human world. It was a sprawling collection of structures built into the cavern walls, connected by rope bridges and winding paths.

The smell shifts from salt and rain to something older: moss, rust, and stale water. A metal grate sits at the end of the trench, half torn from its bolts, as if someone has already made an argument with it. Behind it yawns a black mouth of tunnel. I stop. Not because I am afraid of darkness. I have crawled through catwalks inside bridges with the river roaring below, and I have trusted my hands against steel bolts in wind strong enough to shake my teeth. I stop because the tunnel looks like an answer that existed before I asked a question. Like it has been waiting.

"It leads to a creek bed half a mile out. Van's toast, but there's a dirt bike stashed there." They scrambled in, Grey first with the satchel, Lisa behind him– her movements mechanical, the space between them now a chasm of unspoken hurt. Maya covered the rear with her pistol. The tunnel was claustrophobic, roots snagging at clothes, the air damp and fungal. Echoes of drilling vibrated through the soil– Tessy's team boring through the hatch. "Why help us?" Grey called back to Maya as they crawled, trying to focus on anything but Lisa's silence.

No matter how many times you pass this way, if you do not know it was there, you would never know. Mind linking me, he said, ‘Don’t utter a word. The walls of the tunnel are thin; hence, they can hear us from the other side if you do. If you have anything to say, just ask me through the mind link.’ Nodding my head to let him know I understood his words, I took his outstretched hand and followed him into the tunnel. It was dark at first, but because of my heightened sight, I was able to see him reach out his other hand for a switch on the wall, and next it lit the inside of the tunnel with dim lights.

I can't disagree with her. "But you're following behind us."I give her a warning look means there is no room for more arguments. "Fine."She huffs with a deep exhale and both I and Chase begin to walk inside the tunnel while she follow behind us. The inner walls of the tunnel radiate in the light.They change their colors from emerald to neon blue.This is definitely not a safe place.I haven't seen anything like this in my whole life.This place is protected by magic means we are heading in the right direction.

He turned, noticing the wendigo was almost breaking through the purple barricade, and without hesitation he closed the door, locking it from the inside, and began journeying down the dark tunnel, which turned from dusty to damp and wet. The tunnel bega to glow as he went deep enough, bioluminescent insect, and creepy crawleys gave off a bright glow of yellow-green light. He had been running for hours, so he stopped when he thought the threat beyond the door could never get to him -when he thought he was safe -and began walking, carefully looking around, and analysing where he was. After what seems like days of walking and running as led by his adrenaline, he could finally see it, the light a

I turned her back from the ghosts and started walking back. The hallway is no longer pitch black but it looks like a different place now. Instead of the doors of the rooms, she can see nature now. The side where my room should be located is now a part of a stream. There's no way I can get back to my room and most importantly, to my body.

' I said, loudly but then bit my lip nervously. The tunnel twisted and turned, its secrets unraveling with each step. The sound grew louder, more distinct, guiding me through the darkness. Its origin remained unknown, yet it held a promise, a glimmer of something significant. It was a siren's call, and I was its captive, drawn deeper into the heart of the mystery. As I rounded a final bend, the tunnel opened up before me, revealing a hidden chamber bathed in an ethereal glow.

The light from its eyes was no ordinary glow. Adrian nodded. "Go ahead and try." The Violet Rain Bird positioned itself in front and shot beams of green light from its pupils. The light zipped through the tunnel, twisting and winding as it advanced at an incredible speed. Adrian’s eyes narrowed, sensing that something in the middle tunnel had blocked the bird's light, while the other two tunnels remained eerily still. It was clear that something was hiding in the middle tunnel. Suddenly, a monstrous roar echoed from within the middle tunnel, leaving Adrian puzzled. The other two tunnels gave off no sound. He wasn’t sure what could be lurking inside them. Had they absorbed the light or was no

This time, however, our destination wasn't the cavern floor, but a narrow tunnel that branched off towards the restricted access area. The tunnel was cramped and dimly lit, the air thick with dust motes dancing in the faint beam of our flashlights. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the rasp of our breaths and the occasional drip of water. With each step forward, a sense of foreboding grew within me. This was uncharted territory, a dark underbelly of the facility we had only glimpsed before. What horrors awaited us in this forbidden zone? Suddenly, a faint red glow flickered ahead, casting an eerie light on the dusty tunnel walls. We exchanged a nervous glance, our footsteps instinct