The Tunnel: The Other Side Of Darkness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The small touch lingered longer than it should, a point of searing heat in the cool darkness of the tunnel. My own hands lingered, my touch no longer just about cleaning his wounds. It was about exploration, about connection, about the unspoken acknowledgment of the desire that was simmering between us. I was no longer just tending to his injuries. I was touching him, and he was letting me. And in the suffocating intimacy of the tunnel, away from the world, away from the danger, away from the past, we were closer than we had ever been. And I knew, with a certainty that both terrified and thrilled me, that there was no going back.

Most of the time, creating illusions and draws out false path that drives you lost in the forest’s depth. “Have you seen any of the same tunnels as this on the way?” I asked and fixated my gaze towards the suspected portal in front of us. It is cylindrical and the cracks were growing out green moss and tiny crawlers. Into its depth, there was nothing to see but darkness. A thin tree of multiple rippled branches to its side seems to clasp and pin the bricks in place to prevent it from collapsing. It really is bizarre. Soundtrack used: Kaman Nina English version full lyrics: https://youtu.be/ERWvqSXgl7w

As they moved deeper into the tunnel, the air got colder, and the faint sound of a heartbeat rang through the walls. The tunnel opened into another room, this one dominated by a giant, pulsing crystal buried in the ground. Its glow was hypnotic, and from within its depths, a dark figure stirred. A voice, low and eerie, filled the air: “You’ve come too far… but are you ready to face the truth?”

I don’t have much food left and I’m starting to have to fill up my water bottles in the sink. Maybe they’ll just leave me here to starve, I thought. No, they said they wanted me, they have to want me for something … sex? I mean they hadn’t so far tried anything but what the hell else could they want? I took a lot of showers, since it was about the only time I felt normal. It was the only time I could close my eyes and feel like I was escaping, like I was home. I had been asleep for a while, there was no way to know how long. When I woke up it was pitch black in the room, those fuckers cut off the light!

It is as if she knows. Celeste leads us to the tunnel entrance. Hidden behind a fallen oak, covered with leaves and moss. She kneels. She clears away the debris. She opens the grate. The darkness inside is complete, absolute. I will go first, she says. No, Nathaniel says. Marcus goes first. Marcus descends. His flashlight cuts the dark, revealing stone walls, dirt floor, cobwebs. Then Julian. Then Nathaniel with Eleanor. Then me. Celeste last. The tunnel is cold, damp. The walls drip with moisture. The air smells of earth and rust and something else—decay, maybe, or old blood. We walk in silence. The only sound is our breathing and the soft drip of water and the occasional scrape of a boot o

The stolen energy inside me settled, aligning with his will, with our will. We moved into the dark, damp tunnel, single file. Zero led, a shadow with glowing eyes. I followed, the living battery of his power. Lyra and a wounded Kael brought up the rear. We were a battered, renegade squad, moving against two enemies at once. The tunnel seemed to go on forever, sloping downward, deep beneath the city. The air grew cold and smelled of wet earth and forgotten things. Finally, Zero stopped before another seemingly solid wall. He placed his palm against it, and a faint rune glowed blue under his touch before fading. The wall slid open without a sound.

“That and nightshade grow abundantly on our lands. Mix them together and you can take down anything and have them seeing shit for weeks.” We leave Them at the entrance of the cave with that information. It isn’t until we are far into the dark tunnel that Crimson decides to light the torch. Even though we can see with our shifter eyes, the warrior was right. The darkness and narrowness of the tunnel enclose around you, It’s suffocating and confining. The tunnel comes to life under the glow of the torch’s fire. And my fingers run along the bare stone and dirt walls. We walk in silence for a long time. Crimson’s hand secured tight around mine. Both of us in our own heads. I can only guess his m

With a silent nod, the group descended into the darkness, unaware of the horrors waiting for them below. ________________________________________ The entrance to the tunnel was concealed beneath the roots of an ancient oak, its gnarled limbs stretching like skeletal fingers. As they pried open the old stone slab covering it, a rush of stale air filled their lungs. “Lovely,” Damien muttered. “Smells like death.” Eve swallowed hard and took the first step inside. The tunnel was damp, the air thick with centuries-old dust. Faintly glowing symbols lined the walls, their eerie blue light casting shifting shadows.

Arrogant, but thorough. He vanished into the gloom. Harlan followed immediately, then Mack, covering the rear. Leo hauled Reynolds’s sled through the narrow opening, the tracker’s green pulse now obscured by the oppressive darkness. Inside, the tunnel was a claustrophobic tube of stained concrete, barely wide enough for two men shoulder-to-shoulder. Condensation dripped from pipes overhead. Dank water pooled on the uneven floor. Their image intensifiers painted the world in shades of sickly green.

Then, she turned to me guiltily and whispered, "I'll… I'll buy you another one next time." I nodded indifferently. I'd heard her make promises like that countless times and never seen her follow through. … At the photography studio, Marcus went first and even took several photos with Jessica. When it was my turn with her, the photographer raised his camera but awkwardly lowered it again. "Oops. Sorry, but I'm all out of film." I secretly cheered, but kept a straight face, saying calmly, "Oh. Forget it, then." As we left the studio, Jessica pulled a train ticket from her pocket and handed it to me. It was a standing-room-only ticket to Lisbeth, departing in four days.