The Tunnel: The Other Side Of Darkness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The tunnel ahead is opening into a central transit vault. Laila squinted through the rushing air. A quarter mile ahead, the white concrete cylinder suddenly expanded into a vast, subterranean cavern that looked like a subterranean cathedral carved out of solid granite. The walls were lined with rows of glowing violet security lights, and three automated gantry cranes hovered over the tracks, their massive steel hooks ready to unload the arriving cargo pods. "Silas, do you copy?" Laila called out through her comms, but the earpiece responded with nothing but a dense, heavy wall of grey static. The mountain had completely swallowed their radio connection to the outside world. They were entirel

The light throws shadows across carvings older than the pack itself, wolves chasing the moon, eyes made of worn silver. Every story I ever heard about these tunnels said they were haunted. Maybe they are. But tonight the ghosts are kinder than the living. Somewhere above, the fighting changes pitch. A heavy boom shakes dust from the ceiling. The twins whimper, and I press my lips to their hair. “It’s all right, moonlings. Just a storm. Just thunder.” We reach the first fork three tunnels leading in different directions. Ruhn said north. North wall. I turn left, trusting instinct. The tunnel narrows until my shoulder brushes the damp stone. My heart drums against my ribs, too loud in the sile

I said, and we stepped into the darkness. The tunnel was a relic of a time when smugglers moved clandestine cargo through the veins of the city. The walls were slick with condensation, and the faint glow of phosphorescent fungi gave us an eerie green light. The sound of our footsteps echoed, a soft percussion that seemed louder than any battle cry.

"Hurry." With Sandra's help, Ten carried Luna on his back and they quickly made it towards the hole. As they walked, it began to grow dark and darker until one could barely make the shape of ones five fingers. "Light." Ten ordered. "On it." In a split of a second the tunnel was blooming with light from the fire in Allyssa's hand. "Better." Ten nodded and they continued walking. They haven't walked for an hour yet when they encountered another problem. The road in front of them was divided into two. Left and right.

"Ruan always said you were a storm, Esmeray. I think Silas is about to find out he’s standing in the eye of it." "Give me the signal when the distraction starts," I said, sliding into the dark, damp hole. The tunnel was a nightmare of claustrophobia and filth. The water was waist-deep, freezing and smelling of industrial waste. I waded through the dark, the only light coming from a small headlamp. Above me, I could hear the muffled thuds of the world—the distant sound of engines, the shouting of men, and finally, the explosive roar of Bear’s distraction at the gates.

“Then we keep going. Follow the incline.” The tunnel stretched ahead like a vein carved through the underbelly of the city—twisting, splitting, disappearing into darkness. Each junction was a guess, each guess an act of faith. They had no light, no proper map, no certainty—only the rough coordinates from the stolen USB drive and the fast-dimming strength of two fugitives crawling beneath the wealthiest coastline in France. Then the sound hit them. A violent metallic roar shuddered through the tunnel, rattling the water around their knees. It rolled overhead as thunder dragged across steel.

Either take the risk—or die here. “Fine,” she said. “Lead the way.” Cassian didn’t hesitate. He moved a piece of rotting wood aside, revealing a hidden hatch. When he pulled it open, a wave of damp air and darkness spilled out. “Down you go, princess,” he said with a grin. Selene shot him a glare before slipping into the tunnel. Ronan followed, his movements slower, each breath labored. Cassian went last, pulling the hatch closed behind him. The tunnel was cold, narrow, and suffocatingly dark. The only sound was the distant drip of water and their hurried steps on damp stone.

He pressed his flank against my leg, a solid wall of protection in the dark, guiding me through the gloom. We moved for what felt like hours. The tunnel was a labyrinth of twisting roots and dripping water. The air grew colder, smelling of wet earth, mold, and something metallic—old blood. My bare feet were numb, cut and bruised by the sharp stones, but I didn't dare stop. Every shadow looked like a monster; every drip of water sounded like a footstep. Finally, up ahead, I saw a faint sliver of light. Moonlight. "The exit," I breathed, the word a prayer.

" I clenched my fist and ran to my room to get my clothes. I will not allow them to treat us in this manner. I'll return to Gaze and explain that it's not our fault that they only want to ruin us. I took my bag and left my room, but we were startled when we heard the police siren. Fuck. "They've arrived! This way! " We followed Dad to the back of the mansion, where he removed some clothes and I noticed the large underground door. It's linked to the torture chamber. Only we are familiar with this place. We went in right away, and Dad immediately locked up and covered up so that the police didn't find out about this place. We passed through the tunnel, where I noticed many of our belongings. I

As we ran forward, a loud hissing sound came from behind us as a piece of the bridge fell into the fire below. The tunnel led to a cave that was only lit by the glow of molten ponds. The rough walls looked like they were living because shadows moved on them. I saw it after that. There was a small hole in the far wall that a man could crawl through. It flashed with blue light, which was the same color as Elara's magic. I skipped it. I pushed Kael forward. "That!" As we scampered toward it, our long, scary shadows stretched out behind us.