The Tunnel: The Other Side Of Darkness Novels & Stories

The sanctuary was on the other side of the tunnel, like a hidden paradise. Unlike the dark night outside, sparkling light as bright as a full moon would appear as you entered the tunnel. Even a ray of light the size of a grain was enough to provide clear vision within a dark area for cultivators. Hence, this vast light source was as bright as a sunny day to them. “Careful, this sect is no easy opponent. I feel like something’s up!” Alex reminded.

“Not sure, I wasn't sure at first but Aubrey, I believe in you, as much as I believe in myself to do miracles.” We stand on a mountain top, everything here is quite cold, it reminds me of that year when I conquered the top of Hill, the coldest place in the world but now I don't feel cold anymore because in my heart now is the image of Aubrey, I hope you can be safe but I also hope that I can fight with you one last time. Everything was ready, Pacular looked at us with a look of disgust, he started the old ritual, the ritual of calling Greedius.

CHAPTER 25 The tunnel wasn’t shaped like a tunnel. It was shaped like a decision. Darkness pressed on Sable’s skin, cold and heavy, and the floor under her feet felt wrong—tilted, shifting, as if the passage wasn’t carved so much as written. Maeven moved ahead of them with a small torch that barely held its flame. The light didn’t reach far. It was swallowed by the black like the darkness was hungry. Caelan stayed close to Sable’s shoulder, his fingers never leaving her wrist. Every so often his breath warmed the side of her neck, and she could feel his body trying to remember heat.

“Two hours huh? Nightfall…they will need a tracker. Is that why she sought me?” The western passageway is one that separates the wilderness that is the home of the enemy from the trenches. It's secret as it had to be or the Sirens could focus and attack it. The dirt that separates the tranches from the forest ground staves the growth. With every vine trying to crawl over into the trench, a pink electric shock of power revibrates along the plants spouting appendage. Butcher leans on the left side of the opening, his armor is that of a scout and matches the very same as Norvin. His arms are folded and his eyes are closed. Two heart seekers sit on each side of him. Both of the beasts sit and st

I followed close behind, keeping my hand on her ankle so I wouldn’t lose her in the dark. The tunnel was narrow and hot. Dust filled my throat. The metal beneath my palms vibrated from the explosions overhead. The world was ending just inches above us. I could hear the rumble of collapsing walls, the shriek of collapsing steel. Ava kept moving, inch by inch, her breathing ragged but steady. Halfway through, the tunnel started to shake. A deep groan ran through the earth. “Keep going!” I shouted. She didn’t answer, just kept crawling. I could see the faint light of an exit ahead. Hope was a cruel thing. It made you believe the world might let you go before it crushed you again.

I expose a metallic, circular ledge covering the opening of a tunnel that leads down vertically into the ground. My mind battles with the options of entering the tunnel or not. Finally, I let myself down into the place. It's dark and cold and suffocating. I bring out my phone and use the torch to brighten my path. Initially, when I entered the tunnel, I expected something small, but it turned out the warlocks built an extensive underground bunker. This must be where they keep all their secrets, the very thing I'm searching for.

_Aria’s POV_ The tunnel swallowed us the moment the hidden door closed. Darkness pressed in from all sides. The air was cold and damp and the smell of earth filled my nose. The walls were rough stone. They were uneven and narrow. Water dripped somewhere in the distance. Each sound was echoing like a warning. I swallowed hard and lifted my phone. A soft beam of light spilled from it, cutting through the darkness. Darius stopped walking. He stared at the light in my hand as if it was magic.

It altered the darkness, making it less a descent and more an entry into something private, claimed. Then the tunnel widened. At first, Adelaide thought the light ahead came from an opening to the outside. A soft shimmer spilled across the black stone floor, blue, then green, then red, shifting as they approached. The passage curved left, and the world became colour. Adelaide stopped. The cavern beyond was enormous.

Viper said, his voice echoing. "This tunnel leads all the way to the Everglades drainage system. It’s tight, it’s wet, and it’s got turns that’ll snap your neck if you're lookin' the wrong way. Stay on my tail. Don't look at the walls. Look at my exhaust. Trust the bike." The moment we dropped into the tunnel, the world changed. The temperature plummeted, and the sound of our engines began vibrating through my teeth. There were no lights. My bike’s single LED headlight cut a thin, frantic path through the damp dark.

He was watching me, eyes clear and present and absolutely real, no mask, no performance, just the man who had survived twenty-two years of darkness and was choosing, in this moment, to be seen. "Go," he mouthed. I went. The tunnel sloped upward, narrow, and dark. Behind me, through the cracked panel, I heard the hatch handle spin, the biometric lock disengaged, heavy steel begin to open. Then gunfire. Sustained, controlled bursts. Lucien's voice, shouting something I couldn't make out. More gunfire. A scream not his. The crash of bodies against concrete. I ran faster, the tunnel narrowing, slope steepening, hands scraping wet walls. Sounds behind me faded, swallowed by distance and stone, un